Her smooth hands felt like heaven against me, and I could swear that she was trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned me on. "Relax, Da...id. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Carol coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly. A couple of days after the fair ended, they were sitting at the dinner table making a pretty good dent in a pot of his excellent chicken and dumplings. He mentioned that he'd seen an ad in the local paper for a room at a boardinghouse on the other side of town. He mentioned it because he was surprised that boardinghouses even existed anymore, at least ones that weren't now calling themselves B&Bs and charging hotel rates. Anyhow, he thought he'd go by the next afternoon and see how much they. Or to break into the belt, but that would be difficult, dangerous, and expensive.I went back to bed. I woke up several times in agony as I'd got hard in the night and the spikes had drilled into my tender flesh. I got up in the morning feeling like I'd hardly slept.The irony was not lost on me - for years I'd fantasised about being kept locked in chastity, and now it had happened thanks to a few too many beers, and I just wanted out of it. But still I went online to the chat rooms and talked. "Always wear a condom!".Slightly embarrassed, Derrick reached back and took a condom from the box. Then he tore it open, and inspected it with great interest. I told him to squeeze the tip with two fingers, and then to roll the rest of it down the shaft of my dick.Derrick eagerly bent forward, and placed the condom on the head of my dick. Then he rolled back the rest of it and resumed his position. I took his ankles again, and this time gently pressed the head of my dick against the lubed-up.