"While on the island, you decide for how long your husband stays in the cage, and when to let him out," Anya told Megan, who strangely felt aroused by...having control of her husband's manhood. “But, when we’re making love, we have to take it off." Joshua asked a bit worried as Anya looked up at him. "Oh Mr. Barnes, white men aren't allowed to have intercourse with their wife on Marabogo island. Only black men are allowed to have sex with women on the island, that's why married couples come here. It was white and in a rather old-fashioned style with cupsdesigned to completely enclose the breasts. "Actually, I think thiswill be better than any of mine," said Helen. "There's no risk ofwhatever we pad it with falling out."Up in our bedroom Helen unzipped my dress and I took it off. Then Ifound myself wearing a bra for the first time. We padded the bra cupswith a few pairs of my male underpants. "You're not wearing these anymore, are you?" she giggled.When I put my dress back on, the bodice. "Well? Shall we go?" If you want to Mummy," I replied, knowing full well I could do nothingto stop her."Good baby, that's the right answer. Maybe after your bath and change."Then, to my relief, she pushed me back to the house.The front door opened straight into a tastefully furnished lounge. Inone corner a wrought iron spiral staircase ascended to the next floor.Mummy removed the rain cover and unclipped the cuffs from the chair toallow me to get out. She then led me across to the staircase. We sat in silence for a little longer as my sister got a little better with the cart. She stopped abruptly to let someone cross the road. It was a man and a woman naked on a bicycle!“I just saw a woman’s butt on a bicycle, and a dude’s butt on a bicycle!” I mumbled to myself as I watched them peddle away. I wondered if they left sweat or cum drippings on their seats or not.“Yes, that was pretty unusual,” Charity smiled in agreement. I hadn’t intended to say that to her. She must have thought I.