" You two don't seem to mind all the jamming and poking I do with those glorious holes of yours," I quipped.We all laughed for a moment."And while we'...e on the subject, how are we going to arrange everything. I mean, do we just lie on a bed or up on a table?", Helen wondered."You know," Joan looked pensive. "I think I have just the right solution to that. I know this guy who owes me a few favors. He's a medical supply company distributor." What are you talking about?", I asked."You know those. Jenny snickers as I give her the glare of death.“Can you be back by 9am on Saturday,” my stepdad asks as I look at him. “There is a Father-Son golf tournament tomorrow and I would like to take you.” Now I’m in shock. He promised last year that he would spend time with me before I was sent away, however he has made no attempt until now. He sees the concerned look in my face as he continues. “Not a lot of sons that will be there can play golf either and I can teach you. The tournament is actually. But being locked in the dg cage I had no choice but to kneel back and watch. I’m also sure that they both knew that if my hands were not restrained behind my back, that while my chastity cage was off and with my cock painfully in a hard state of mind, that I may very well been trying to release some of the built up pressure by stroking my manhood myself.It is morning and my wife and my key holder are sitting in the kitchen having breakfast. I have been let out of the cage and have been tasked. And the solicitor who was handling it was on his way over to go through it and it was going to take hours. Shit.I told Esme that we would have to delay going out tonight, but I should be free tomorrow at some point. I let her take the Range Rover to get home and got myself dressed for the meeting.OK, OK, I might have spent a few minutes fantasizing about Esme, by the pool, in a tiny thong, slipping a hand in between my legs to feel my warm moist pussy, but what do you expect a girl to do?I.