"Ooh. It's good," murmured Debra. "Fuck me hard Joe. Give me everything you got." My pleasure, Sexy." Clutching her waist, perfect hand holds, he let ...er guide in his shaft. Without preliminaries--the evening already had plenty--he became a piston swiftly stroking its chamber, the rapid friction setting off sparks for both of them. Naked flesh slapped loudly. Groans emerged in counterpoint.When another orgasm neared, Debra urged it into completion with clit rubbing and nipple twisting. Joe kept. .. crotch. He's got something solid on his... package." I quickly pull up an image of a plastic chastity cage on my tablet and ask if it could possibly be something similar. "It could. He pulled away pretty quickly, but it felt more like wire." I pull up an image of a steel wire cock cage and she nods her head. "Closer." So Marianne is self-medicating, trying to cure her husband's infidelity by control. And Terri felt neglected and found Oliver. I have to try very hard not to judge on these. “More, daddy. Harder..” she gasped, as he yanked back on her hair. He relit the candle and positioned his cock at her wet, eager hole. As the first drops of wax began to fall on the small of her back, he slid into her. She gasped and tried to scoot forward, but he held onto her hair more tightly. He began to thrust into her as he dropped wax onto her back, ass cheeks, and shoulders. His thick cock was pounding into her as she moaned with simultaneous pleasure and pain. He let the wax drip. ”“Nancy, he never asked. No one did.”“Connie, four years ago, when he was talking about it, told him not to. She told him under no uncertain terms that his failings were not Colin Cranston’s problem, and he was not to ask you for money. If you found an issue and offered, no trouble, but not to approach you.”“Oh. I never knew there was an issue.”“Let’s just say that the dry-cleaning industry is no longer the windfall profit maker it was when we started up thirty years ago. Wash and wear is kind.