Connie scampered back and stood next to me, agog to get a James’s-eye view of the show. Fran still sat stupefied, her mouth hanging open and her eye... fixed on her flatmate, now writhing and moaning with brazen longing. Finally in a low hoarse voice full of passion and desire Gabriella twice called out my name: ‘James! James!’ I judged that the treatment was complete and switched off the fan. ‘Wow,’ said Connie as its whirring died away. ‘Well, Fran,’ I said, ‘you were asking for a demonstration. I stumbled in surprise. "Stay away from me, you freak!" he hissed. "Don't you dare get in my face." I don't know why that enraged him like that, but he was out of control. I could hear the room quiet behind me. He was still around the corner and seemed not to notice. A low voice that would be lost in the normal rumble of multiple conversations now could be heard by the closest of the desks."All you should be run out of the police department. Your kind will burn in hell. Homosexuality is a sin. I am going to lock this cage on your cock for the weekend and you will not cum until Sunday. I want you to have a nice big load for your graduation, and you will not be tied up this time, you will do it willingly."I had him go down on me as many times as possible that weekend and it made me laugh as his cock strained against the cage trying to get erect. By Sunday evening he was shaking he was so horny. I unlocked the cage from his cock and told him to get in the shower to get cleaned up. When. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she was staying here alone. Just before she moved out of her line of sight, the woman paused and looked up at her window. Their eyes met momentarily and she could swear she saw a slight smile on her face before she disappeared under the eaves of the roof. Carrie smiled, a surge of adrenalin passing through her at the knowledge she had been seen. She finished her coffee and turned from the window, reluctantly picking up the clothes she’d chosen. She.