My Journey Book 1 CollarsChapter 33
We went off to bed and Tuesday morning came way too soon for Beck and I both. Her welts looked angrier the next day as the bruising set in, but she was bright-eyed and bounded into the shower, squirming as I gently washed her back and butt. At breakfast, she was a little hoarse, but I’d half expected her to sound like a pack-a-day smoker with how hard I’d fucked her throat the night before. Patty and Mom looked like they were going to corner me to talk seriously about what I’d done to Beck,...