” He took Brianna’s hand and led her to a mirror. He stood behind her and fondled her breasts as he admired the collar on her.That bastard. He’s... treating the collar as if it’s jewelry instead of a symbol of her slavery. The unthinkable had happened. She, an intelligent, independent girl from the twentieth century had been collared as a slave, as a sex slave! But she had to be submissive. She had not seen much violence from this man yet but she knew that it simmered just below the surface. “Yes. I am eleven years older than her and i met her when she was twenty one years old, mine is the only cock she is ever had thats what though, i am not jelous tipe of person and i don't own her, i mean i did not buy her to marry me.all stated on the second time she traveled on this new job. i drop her up at the airport on thursday after noon and pick her up on sunday nite. i always tell her when she comes back from any where she goes for few days or come back from vacation, to wear skirt on the way. " She sobbed wrapping her arms around his back. She didn't care what any of the other mourners' thought she needed to hug a man.Matt wiped a tear from her beautiful face. "I'll help you. I'll always be here for you." Matt felt a tear forming in his eyes as he watched this wonderful woman cry. She had been his first love and still was to this day. He would do anything for her."You're too good to me young Matthew. What would I do without my man?" she leaned to his face and placed a soft, loving. As I reached her belly button I began sliding her trousers down over her knees along with her panties. She seemed to freeze for a second and I hesitated to go any further, she gently pushed my head down rubbing her hands through my hair as she did so. I finally reached her pussy and began to lap up her soaking wet juices. She jerked as I flicked my tongue over her clit, and when I did it again, she pushed her pussy into my face. I began to concentrate on her little clit, still sliding my finger.