I coyly smiled as I was still coming down from my high. The room was spinning slightly from the wine. Just as I was about to hand my husband my pantie..., the waiter arrived with our meals. It seemed like it took him an eternity to drop off two plates of food. Finally he was finished and he asked if he could get us anything else. Before Mike could answer I blurted out ‘no.’ I watched the waiter walk away and I returned my attention to my husband. He looked at me and knew that something was going. "Only what I do everyday." May I ask what that is?"she said."Nothing." Oh... ," she laughed. "You're one of those, huh? I wish I were!" she said."If you want to follow me home, we can have lunch on my nice cool veranda."Just don't follow me too close. Us older guys sometimes make sudden stops—I wouldn't want you to end up on top of me," I laughed.Suddenly that wicked sense of humor of hers, reared its delightful head again."Is that 'cause you think you're going to end up on top of me, later?". My gimp son stands up and slowly pulls the latex panties down to hisankles. The tight latex squeaks as he peels them from his skin. Out popshis little caged cock.Me: Ok spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. Don't youdare move.Him: Ok mommy.He complies with my instructions. I approach him and kneel in front ofhim. Using the key off my necklace, I unlock his cage and remove it. Iglance up at him and see him hungrily staring back at me. Immediately,his little cock stands at. I also saw that 2012 movie."Disaster porn" is right. Jesus, what a ridiculous movie. It was marginally passable, as long as you left your brain in the car before entering the theater. I guess John Cusack just wanted a big payday. Definitely, the movie will sate anyone's lust for 'HUGE STUFF!!' and stupid chase scenes, only with Disaster being the bad guy doing all the chasing in this one.None of that matters, though. What matters is what I witnessed at the end of the night, when I went to my.