” “That’s alright, Alex, I understand. I wouldn’t mind if you’ve fucked every slutty little pussy you got your fingers into. A guy’s got t... do what a guy’s got to do. Just not with my little girl’s cunt. So while you’re here this summer we just may have to take care of your male libido another way, won’t we?”Her hands were now roaming a bit more over my chest and legs, and I was the one squirming in my seat.“I’m not sure what you mean, Aunty.” “Come, come now, Alex. You do know what I’m getting. Im jacking his now protected dick while he is hittin the pipe. And I lead him over to the bedroom and bend over the corner of my bed still jacking his huge dick. He takes another hit and sets it down on my night stand…..I feel the big mushroom head press aginst my ass as Im trying to guide him in. the head gets about half way, he pulls back and says “where that lube at? “ and I hand him the bottle, he put some on the tip of the condom, completely stretched to the max, and tries again. I open. Chris was polite, treated her respectfully, actually opened the car door for her, and walked her to her front door at midnight. By the fourth date, he had managed to kiss her goodnight, and put his arm around her in the car as they drove, but made no effort to go beyond that. On a Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, they went for a picnic in one of the state parks. Hand in hand, picnic basket, sandwiches, soda and a blanket to sit on, Hanna and her date found a quiet spot overlooking a ravine. But this reflection was grim. It meant that, from now on, their life would be spent behind bars in small confined spaces where the irons would not matter much, other than as a constantly depressing reminder of their condition, and a mocking denial to anyone who sought to aid their escape. They were grateful for each other. To have been alone in the cage would have been a thing hard to take. They even managed a giggle as they heaved their irons awkwardly up to enable them to sit on their bench.