We started getting dressed and I asked if he was happy with the way it went.He replied "Hell yeah, loved fucking your throat but next time, I'm gonna ...uck your tight ass." I can't wait to feel you in my ass, I love your big dick." We were dressed at this point and had that awkward moment when you don't know whether to shake hands or hug or whatever... it always kind of makes me laugh as I had just taken cock and cum down my throat but don't know how to say goodby. We shook hands and said we. ’ Cien shook his head and stood. ‘I’ll go with ye to yer 2008, if ye will still have me as yer husband.’ He bowed his head and looked up again. ‘Will ye have me?’ I started crying in earnest now. I put my hands over my eyes and cried into them. My heart had been broken, from nothing of his doing, and now if was whole and full again. That was his doing. I’d been so broken after Tilda’s death. So broken inside. And Cien was there to fix me. I felt whole, renewed, and alive for the first time in. "You were right." Say what?" I closed my mouth before a fly flew in it."You were right to do what you were doing. It was the best thing to do," she said reluctantly."Then why the hell did you torture me about it?" I groaned."I just hated it, that's all. I can't help how I feel about that." Well," I said, disgusted with her. "What do we do now?"Her eyes brightened. "One last time," she said. "Then we'll go by your rules." I don't see what good that's going to do us," I groused. "It was hard. This time as Karen drew the leather garment up to his waisthis cock was limp and shrunken. Karen had crafted a pouch into thecrotch of the catsuit and she fed his soft member into the pouch,fastening a small velcro strap around his scrotum. There were twoelastic bands leading from the end of the pouch, where the head ofChris's cock was barely exposed. Karen reached through from behindand pulled these straps up to fasten to two flaps that ran inside thesuit from Chris's hips to a few inches.