but she didn’t like hearing her place was as a slave girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope. "Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is right. I will wear the collar." Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara’s breast, above the bra. Sara looked shocked. "Don’t want to spoil the make up, do we?" Another woman came and took hold