I give your thigh a firm squeeze and use my thumb to massage it a little. Slowly you remove your arm from around the back of my neck and place your h...nd near my pocket. Your index finger slides into my pocket and you lean in to softly nibble my ear. You pull your finger from the pocket and rest your hand on my lap, your fingers lay across my inner thigh, your fingers slowly and discreetly searching for my cock. As they find the tip you look up at me and smile again, as you start to wrap. The fact is that when my mother died she left behind something. Something that threatens to take over, and end my life. For this very thing it’s only one, but it hurts every day. It aches constantly to find something, someone that was taken from me since I was five years old. My ruined heart. The men that took my mom, not only crashed into her, but were drunk. The police found her a few feet away from the car naked, and dead. She had been shot in the head, and there were signs of struggle. They. Once again when your husband is nude and you can observe his penis, tell him that you've read about male chastity devices and you would like to lock him in one and keep the key for it hanging around your neck. That you want to own his penis and you want to have complete control of it and his orgasms. See what his reaction would be and if his reaction is positive which I believe it will be, then go for it. You will now be able to restrict his masturbating. Men have many kinks. You'll be. You are trembling slightly, unsure of what will happen next. Nobody is watching the screen; all eyes in the cinema are on you. Several of the men have got up and are walking in our direction.“Gentlemen, this is Jen,” I say “and she is yours for the afternoon to do with as you please.”“Be assured however that if anyone damages my little slave they will pay heavily.”The men stumble forwards undoing their trousers; there are about a dozen of them all sporting rock hard pricks. The first grasps.