"His head jerked up. "Huh, yeah. Oh." "Listen to me," I told him. "I'm going to lie on my back and I want you to get between my legs and stick that th...ng in me, okay?" This was going to be like reverse parking a nuclear fucking submarine. "Don't get on me. Just take your weight on your hands. And if I tell you to stop, you fucking stop. Got that?"Sam nodded like an eager puppy.Bouncing back onto the bed, I lay back and spread my legs as wide as they would go and watched as my latest lover came. Quickly, Laura helped her refasten the bra. She grabbed her purse. They each help straighten the other's hair. Do we already look like we've been fucking? Laura wondered.She took a deep breath. "Okay. Just act like we're going to a meeting together or something." But you're carrying your purse," Randi smiled. "I have to drop by my cube to get mine. Otherwise, we can't get into my place."Laura's shoulders sank. "You go first. It won't look so suspicious."Randi nodded and left. They would meet in. I had no idea I was so unusual. So here’s a little Q and A:Q: How often do I have sex?A: With Susan, nearly every day. It’s just so easy and so natural, especially since we are always nude at home. We often lie on the sofa together in the evenings watching a movie or something, and it’s so easy to caress a breast or stroke a thigh, which leads to touching a clitoris or a nipple, which leads to kissing and masturbating each other, which leads to not catching the end of the movie. I was on my. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the both of us and told us of ourpunishments.For me it would be 2 weeks locked in the steel chastity cage. My mosthated cage. At least with some of the silicone ones it would expand alittle and move around to accommodate my erections but the steel onewas merciless and curved my penis so that it was almost pointing behindme. Not to mention that it forced my balls between my thighs and madewalking and sitting extremely uncomfortable. But this was my.