He understood but was in disbelief

"Y-your acting like... like..."

He gulped again, she was acting just like the perverted pet sex doll in his dreams, serving him like he was her master.

He sat down in the chair as the bulge in his pants throbbed harder and harder, the outline revealing and showing Mariko how hung the older man was and how right she was to pick him to be the older man of her dreams.

Watching Isaiah take his seat, Mariko's mouth watered at the sight of his obvious arousal. Slowly, she removed her white blouse, revealing her tiny cow print micro bikini, barely able to contain her massive E cup breasts. Next came the plaid miniskirt, pooling at her feet as she stood before him in her micro bikini bottoms and high heels.

She didn't say a word. Just smiled back at him as a blush settled in over her face. Her hands felt lost. Idly reaching behind her back to try and hide her own eagerness. Watching his reaction as he look at her. No, this was more than just a look. He saw everything. He saw his pet. Mariko was biting her own lip at the thought but reached down into her bag to grab something to complete the picture. The red pet collar. The cowbell dully ringing as she held it in her hand and began to move towards him.

Slowly walking over to him at first, she knelt at his feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

This was it. This was the moment she fantasised about while squirting with her fingers pushed into her pussy. Moaning and screaming into her pillow as she dreamt it. It was real. It was now.

She held the collar up for him to take. Slowly held her hair up and neck held out. Looking at him with an almost **** pant of breath. Waiting for him to claim her. A wordless plea on her face as she waited.