Now just to be clear, I can understand the level of irony of referring to another “larger” woman as a whale, but that is something that developed ...between us and through our chats and through our love for each other. My whale loves to reveal her blubbery body to me, her sweaty folds glistening. She has shown me the depths that she will degrade herself to me (in private as most of it XH wont allow) and because of that I love her more because she is so willing to abandon any identity and totally. ”“You didn’t say anything, did you?”“No, they’ve been trying to intimidate me, but I don’t trust them. They’re pretty ... livid. I didn’t think they’d take anything I said at face value. They tried to prevent me from calling you, restricting me to the interview room.”“That’s their modus operandi: pressuring you until you accidentally incriminate yourself. If you allow them, they’ll exhaust you until you don’t know what you’re saying. You did the right thing. Don’t say anything more, I’ll come. ” she was stroking my arm, Yvonne must have noticed this because she said something to Sonia who smiled at her then rubbed her hand among the hair on my chest and pinched my nipple my cock shot down my leg what felt like couple of feet, her hand was on my arm but because her wrist and forearm were under mine she had her arm resting on my boxer covered leg and as my cock jumped I felt the end of it bump into her arm, I heard the sharp intake of breath as I stole a glance at her, she was sitting. “You’ll need a collar as well, shall I pick it?” I nodded and in a moment a collar was being buckled around my neck. Not tight but just enough that I would always know it was there. He picked up my left wrist and buckled on the last cuff. “There that looks lovely.” He turned to the shop assistant. “Well take these. Oh and do you have any of those little buckle locks? Look at yourself in the mirror while I deal with this.” I turned to the mirror in a trance and saw the most sexy thing I’ve.