It wasn't until I got to my car when I saw what Wendy had wrote..'Save you cum for me!'I can't describe how long a week it was for me and not masturba...ing. I did have one wet dream, ok yes I did help out with my hand over the next seven days. Waiting was really excruciating and I was tempted to go earlier to visit Wendy but held fast ..... knowing I might come off as too desperate. I played scenarios of how it was going to happen and even thought perhaps she was just teasing me and that was. " I thought to myself, whatever, it's not like anyone will see me. So I went ahead and got dressed. The stocking felt so good going over my smooth legs. Again, my cock pressed against my chastity cage. The bra was tight and uncomfortable. When I put the blouse on, you could still see the pink bra underneath. The skirt felt light and flimsy as if a good breeze could easily blow it up. When I was finally dressed she made me look in the mirror. I actually look pretty good. Next thing I know,. “Once we disassemble, we will be freer to visit as we did in the winter. Right now, we must maintain appearances.”“That is ridiculous,” Julia said. “Do you know that right now, Lord Prestle’s attendant is in bed with Lady Hulett’s maid? They are both wed to others but it appears not to matter. These are the people you wish not to affront? I say, let them be offended!”“If this were not my first time meeting some of the men, I would probably say the same,” Joseph agreed. “For now, it is best if. It was Christopher with a big grin on his face. “Sad to see me cunt?”“Christopher, you can’t talk to me like…”That was all I got out before I felt a hand smack me hard on the ass. He grabbed my hair and pulled me over to couch. He pushed me down on my knees so I was looking out our front window. He raised up my dress noticed that I didn’t have my panties on. He roughly shoved two fingers into me. “First, I can talk to you how ever I want too. I own you. You are my slut, my whore.