She let me out of the cage to go to the bathroom and then locked me back in with a bowl of food and water. Again no one came home that night and it wa... late the next morning when the girl returned. I started to talk to her but she hit me across the arse with the riding crop and said “No talking.”I saw no one but the girl for weeks, my body was dirty and ached from the cramped cage. Then one day she didn’t come. By evening I was starving and needed the bathroom badly. Still no one came.. Way low…plenty of silky soft pouched ones…they would require tongue work…too delicate for fingers …well maybe… just the gentle squeeze.Erica’s tease was over…her bra was off and her cute breasts were providing an eye full…nipples to attention…the parade was active too…cocks to attention ….an array of curved bayonets, straight spears, stylish veined lances, probably the nation’s future military leaders…. on display for Erica… a few thickened prodders, two sly uncircumcised pricks, maybe backdoor. " I quit massaging her foot and began massaging up high on her thigh, slowly moving upwards in what we both knew would end in a full scale frontal assault on her pussy. "Dammit Jackie, this is important. Don't get me worked up before I get to tell you about your sister!" I let go of her aroused breast and moved that hand down towards her center, deciding that a pincer movement was called for if I was going to be successful in achieving my goal. "Ok, Jackie, if you don't care, I don't care. Just. Wo room me chali gayi kapde change karne…Or me wahi hall me hi kapde khol kar badan puchne laga…Mene notice kiya uska karma thora sa khula hai or koi andar se dekh raha hai mujhe..Mene bhi natak kiya or apne mote lund ko hath se rgarne laga …Or thodi der me wo bhi kapde phen kar bhar aagyi thi…Or mene bhi badal liya tha…Usen ek patli se nighty phene thi..Or uske bade boobe hawa me jhoom rahe the…Jab wo chal rahi thi..Uski gand hil rahe the…..Kamla ne mujhe chai ki liye pucha..Or wo kitchen me.