“I should hope so” replied Shelley. “Do you think he’s ready to be used?” asked Shelley. “I think so” replied Bri. “Ok slut, get on th... bed” Bri snapped, I nodded and climbed on the bed. Bri straddled my legs and slowly crawled up my body pausing to lightly stroke my cock with her very wet pussy. The feeling of her soft bush and thick wet pussy lips lightly brushing against my hard cock was incredible it sent tingles throughout my body and caused to release an involuntary moan. “That’s it, moan. .but my cock, small though it was, was all I had and the thought of it in a cage just didn’t sit well with me. I was brought out of my reverie when I heard Don tell Lorie to get up and go get the cage. I couldn’t help but be curious…and nervous! As she stood and moved away, he said, “Well, bud, ready to have your little cocklet caged? That’s what I sent Lorie to get. She went and bought it last week on my instructions. “If I have a choice at all, Don… um, may I call you Don?” “No, you may call. “Can't. Policy.” He mumbled. His eyes back to her chest. She spoke loudly, “This is all I have, take it or leave it!” Inexplicably, even to her, she violently tucked the twenty into the front of his trousers. Her hand lingered, looped into the front of his pants securing the dollar bill behind the elastic. The flush of her anger made her a little light headed. What was she doing? Her hand remained in the front of his pants. His eyes finally left her breasts, wandered up her neck. But I knew that in my arms I held the man who would one day teach me to be the man I wanted to become. We danced for an hour. I sang into your ear and at one point, you harmonized with me -- a gloriously rich tenor counterpoint to my baritone. I stopped dead. Of all the senses, it is the auditory sense that most enriches my experience in the world. Music, performance, and listening are my guideposts. Tears came to my eyes, as you utterly stunned and captured me. “I’d very much like to kiss.