His hand was on my thigh. I wanted him so badly at this point. But I said nothing."Well I guess I'll let you get some sleep." He stood and left the ro...m.The moment he was gone I ripped off my jeans and began furiously rubbing my clit. A few soft moans escaped my lips as I thought about him. On the couch. Stroking his cock.Little did I know, he stood outside my door listening to me make myself cum.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next morning I was changing out of my pajamas. I had just gotten on my jeans but. After writhing for several moments, I discovered she was correct. My cock had been hard enough to split wood only seconds earlier, but now was shriveled, tiny, and pathetic."Quickly!" she said tapping my balls again with her feet, causing an echo of the pain to reverberate throughout my body.Hands shaking, I applied a small amount of lube to the tube and cock rings, I was soon holding the device in place, needing only the lock that would hold it all together."Let me," she said, producing the. We text at night, telling each other sweet nothings and talking about dreams. I know you are locked in your bedroom cage for the night. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be out and about.I get off the daybed and pick out something skimpy. I have been overly aggravated lately. You have been distracted and if I hear any more about your wife I am going to snap. No bra, no undies. Slut to the extreme. Skimpy little dress that shows everything I want you to touch, in hopes someone else will. I grab a. As she turned to the ice… ‘the refrigerator,’ she reminded herself, to get breakfast started, there was just the hint of a smile. ‘Good morning, Mr. Ewart…’ ‘Eliza, let’s forget that foolishness, at least in the house, please. You know my name is James.’ Bethany poured the orange juice. ‘Your name is…’ ‘No, you don’t, you little vixen.’ He moved to her and began tickling her waist. ‘James, stop, I’ll drop the juice. Please!’ ‘Plenty of oranges, only one of you.’ She just managed to get the.