Justas I was thinking this Janet said, "I love to see a man in a dress.There's nothing I like more." I did not like the idea of guys in dresses and re...ember saying that onlyhomosexuals and fairies dressed like that. The next day I wrote a song about the incident in the bar. It coveredJohn's unfortunate phrase and something of my admiration for the nerve ofthe man. Life carried on as normal. I was a heterosexual guy enjoying theearly days of a relationship with a woman called Janet who loved. I told her that our friend could see us if we stood up, and about how close we were. She rose and looked around for him. He wasn't standing up and she couldn't see him at all. "Just wait, I said, "He'll pop up soon." Sure enough, he stood up, and Judy glanced over a few times. Show him your ass," I said, and Judy turned, giving him a nice view of her best asset. The guy watched, and I put my hand on her ass and stroked it. I touched Judy's pussy from behind and found it dripping wet. We lay. My own cock was straining against my gaff and I could feel it oozing precum soaking the narrow part between my ass cheeks. “Fuck her face”, “Stuff it in!”, “Take it all!”, were what I heard and then a chant began. It would be the number of the cock I was sucking off. I was surprised to hear the number “seven” being chanted over and over. I was about to take my seventh load of cum. That cock, spurted a huge load and I couldn’t take all of it. Some dribbled out of my mouth and I wiped it off. This means that there is a high risk that I can escape my cock from the device when relaxed and so it proved.The next ring size down did prevent this, but was frankly so tight I could not wear it for more than an hour without loss of sensation, and any involuntary tumescence was incredibly painful. So what, you might say, that is the whole point isn't it? Well no, my Mistress agreed, the whole point in my case was to wear it for the weeks I was away from her and there was no profit in my penis.