With a great sigh of mingled frustration and fear for her job, Sarah fastened the collar around her neck.  The feeling that washed over her after the latch had caught made her feel odd.  Trepidation filled her, worry for what he would have them do and what exactly being owned by him meant.  Whatever it was, she’d adorned the collar and it was probably too late to back out now.<br/><br/>Whatever her motivation for her actions might have been, healthy fear of the man before her was one of the baselines.  To be fired and have less than glowing recommendations worried her more than she cared to admit.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered on Jessica, who had donned her own collar but her expression was unreadable. Damn. She wasn’t sure how the other woman felt.  Perhaps they felt the same about it all?<br/><br/>Nude and wearing nothing but a black lace choker wasn’t on her usual daily checklist.<br/><br/>Sarah listened intently to Mr. D’Angelo’s orders, nodding gently to show that she understood.  He laid out what they were to do and it all sounded wonderful.  Moving into the offices near his and their bills being paid off.  She wondered a bit at what he’d have them wear.<br/><br/>She shivered when his lips brushed over her ear and scooted closer to Jessica.  She smiled at the part about getting to know Jessica better but then realized what he meant.  Oh.  In front of him?  That was the part that made her nervous.  She could easily play with Jessica’s beautiful body and could very much enjoy it if they were in private.  She’d never performed in any sort of sexual way past taking off Jessica’s clothing before.<br/><br/>Either way it went she wanted to hear Jessica scream in pleasure.  She walked over to the drawer and looked at him hesitantly before picking up a small Pyrex glass dildo.  It was rippled and ridged with little bumps.   She was sure that she could make Jessica cum with it.<br/>