She walked slowly and softly over to where I was and sat on the edge of the couch. "No, I just can't sleep," she said. I sat up on the couch and was g...oing to keep her company a bit longer. "I can imagine. It's been a rough day for you today," I said, trying to comfort her, "It's okay. Things will get better, honey." "Can-can I ask one more favor?" she said, hesitatingly. "Sure, what is it?" "Well you have been so wonderful, opening up your home to me and making me feel better. I'm almost afraid. He looked down and saw a curve to his chest that he had never noticed before. He rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and what he saw scared him senseless. He had tits! Nothing to speak of, no more than an A cup. Something he probably wouldn't have noticed, if he hadn't kept his chest and abs so flat and tight.As he stood there dumbfounded, the animal portion of his brain (which, James was the first to admit, ran too much of his life) was getting thoroughly turned on. That. Amy couldn't help switching back over to her own profile and beginning to type. She was just too impulsive. Driven by her accursed need to put all of her thoughts into action, she watched in horror and excitement as her fingers finished inputting the command and decisively hit Enter...... and suddenly she couldn't remember what she had been worried about. Oh well, it probably hadn't been important. What was important was how good she felt all of a sudden! Good and horny, she thought, looking. ’ she said looking him deep in his eyes the color of the sea after a storm with a smile on her lips. He unbuttoned the next button on the coat. This time he pulled the leash hard. Holding the leash tight he asked again ‘Whose slut are you?’ ‘Your SLUT!’ she breathed out. He unbuttoned the last button on the coat. He quietly walked around her, stopping behind her. He grabbed the collar of the coat and stripped it from her tossing it aside. He then tightened the collar by two notches on each.