As I said, I really like the idea of you not being able to escape when I lock up your little pecker.” She gave me a grin. “I know you could get ou...ta that plastic tube without much trouble if you wanted to. But these?” she gestured towards a photo of one of the steel urethral catheter units onscreen. “These would obviously be far, far harder to escape from.”I duly ordered such a device, a reasonably short unit that I hoped would not show under my clothing. When it arrived about two weeks later,. For Emily Elizabeth time is relevant because time marks the passing of her life here on the farm. Just three more years and she will be free to do as she pleases, free to leave this place to see more of what there is in the world. She has visited other farms, but besides them and town, she has never been anywhere else. There has never been a vacation taken, never even a visit to a relative’s house. And as far as men go, she doubts any that she has fucked even know who she is. If they do, they. I began rubbing her clit, occasionally sliding my finger deep inside. On one of these occasions, I crooked my finger, and began rubbing her g-spot. Between my mouth on her nipple, and my finger in her pussy, I had her writhing all over my lap. She decided to hop down to the floor, and got on her knees. She pulled my sweatpants partway down, freeing my cock, which was, by now, extremely hard. She took the tip in her mouth, and began licking it. I leaned forward, and started running my hands down. After Mom and I got on my bed, I held her for a little while, and then slowly I started to run my hands over her body. I kissed her and told her I loved her. As my hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt, I could feel the sexy new panties I had convinced her to buy the week before. I ran my hand around to her pussy, and began to rub up and down her slit, through her panties. I felt her start to get damp, and I began to tug at her panties to get them off. I stopped playing and stood up, and.