#318121 - Or was it when Don, having learned to judge exactly the right moment, would put his reading aside, lean down to take the collar from her hands, then gently brush her hair away from her neck before enclosing it within the collar, fastening it with a firm click? For Anita that one sound, the smooth, metallic latching of the collar around her neck, was the sound of a door being closed on her entire, frantic daily existence. She had always pretty much enjoyed performing oral sex on her husband, though most of the time a large part of her mind was still at the office. A moment’s wavering glance, the slightest turning of the head or hint of restlessness in her posture and he would say, in the calmest of voices, “Down.
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