..milked out of me, I guess.A groan unexpectedly escaped my sister's lips. God, just the thought of ahard cock cumming...My eyes widened. I'd jerked o...f so many times, and...yeah, I'd alwaysenjoyed it, but I'd never been aroused by what I was actually doing.Like, I was hard because it was a requirement to getting off. But I'dnever been turned on by thinking about my cock being hard, y'know?Being in my sister's body was really messing with me, especially withthis arousal building and building. A leather strap encircled her waist and attached to the sides of the frame to limit her ability to move. On a wooden stand positioned between her legs, was a cone-shaped dildo with a wide base. The narrow tip was already splitting her pussy, and the young girl was trying to pull herself up by her arms to keep from impaling herself further on the massive dildo. She was cringing and I could tell her arms were growing weak. She worked for Sam also, as a maid.A fourth woman, tall and slender was. “Boris and Natasha went through all the code that controls the collar and found that there was no command that would open it or shut it down. That can only be done from the control panel on the neck side of the collar. There was a place in the memory for a True or False variable that would open the collar, but there was no way to access that part of memory. Volkov intended it to be the perfect slave collar. It was permanent and the only way to escape it was death.”Mistress Melinda looked very. I went over, and in an hour or so, after we had gotten nice and mellow, and played around a little bit, there came a knock on the door. He answered it, and in walked something out of one of my masturbation fantasies. Tall, dark and handsome. Very dark, very handsome. We were introduced, then Walter sat down and took out a few joints and a couple of bottles of Rush. Our host poured him a glass of Scotch, his favorite drink. I had one, too. He told me to come over and sit on the couch next to.