They own me, i am nothing but a toy used for their pleasure and entertainment. They dress me up in whatever they feel satisfies their needs. Be that t...ey dress me up in women's clothing, lingerie, diapers, or nothing. Whatever they decide to dress me up in, i am to be contempt with their decision. Which is always the case. I do not own my cock, they own it, my cock belongs to them, and to show that they own it, and are dominant over me, they put my cock in a cock cage. One with a detachable. She rode him with a steady rhythm for several minutes. Her head was up, mouth open just slightly and her eyes closed as she appeared to be enjoying the feeling of him being inside her. Of course he was enjoying it, and as she continued he started to become a lot more confident in himself. Could I ask something? he asked, taking his confidence out for a spin. Mhmm, anything, she said, suddenly stopping. Can I do you doggy style? She opened her eyes and looked down at him with a smile. Of course. The time was nearing so I set off and found the house where I was to be receiving my massage and when I got there I was welcomed by a very petite and attractive Thai lady wearing a see-through dress, I was instantly happy with my choice. She made me take my shoes off and follow her upstairs, and as I walked below her I could see straight up her skirt at her tiny little ass cheeks. She asked me to take off my clothes, so I did, but was slightly confused when she said 'everything' after looking. ”“Jealous...you're completely jealous.”I looked at the note and read the name. “Joel! You're dating Joel?”“You are jealous, you looked at the name.”“You didn't hide it, and Joel. That's why you're already planning on sleeping with him, his dad is rich.”“That's not it.” she said, defensively, “That's just a perk.”We got to the part of the street where we normally separated. I lived on top of the hill, and she lived south of the hill, three houses down.“You are jealous, aren't you?”“I'm not.