"I kissed Dan, "Thank you, honey. For the compliment and for tonight. I think this is going to be the beginning of something great for us." I patted t...e crotch of his pants to see if he was wearing the cage I had bought him. He was.The doorbell rang. "Well, here goes nothing," I said. I walked to the door, my heels clacking on the hardwood floor. Dan sat on the couch as I took a deep breath and opened the front door. With a smile, I said, "Hi, you must be Eric. I'm Kate."He was incredibly good. It was thick and black and rapidly hardening as he stroked it up and down. He hooked his fingers into the crotch of my panties and pulled hard. It came apart like tissue paper.As my pussy was bared, the helper reached down and stroked my curly pubes, stopping for a moment as he found my lips and pried them apart. I struggled violently and tried to get up, and this elicited anatomy stinging slap, this time from the helper, ” Fucking bitch, stop struggling or you are in for a painful time!” Tears. I wanted to follow her and talk to her, but again I was afraid I’d break the spell. The next day was Saturday, but I knew I’d be back on Monday. Saturday was my favorite day of the week, the only day that was different from the other six. On Saturdays I played soccer in the park, and it was the one time I forgot about how my daily life had become, and I felt like my old self, the young and optimistic Ray who moved to NYC with his buddy Carlos, back when we both had jobs. Carlos and I had been. The good news was that it was still possessed and jumping up and down as she had hoped. She was scratching her head, thinking now what should I do?It came to her. She jumped in her car and took off to do her other errands and come back here later on.She ran her errands and came back to the laundromat, and to her delight, number eighteen was free, and the place was empty. This week she wore loose shorts and no panties so she could masturbate easily. She was so excited that she dropped her.