No, I can't masturbate with this damn cage on.Finally, it's quitting time. Thankfully I wore snug underwear that prevented my lock from moving around ...nd hitting against the plastic cage while I walked around. I don't think any of my staff or my customers noticed my cage under my pants. I survived my first day at the office. Time to hurry home, I need to fuck my key-holder.The whole drive home, I was consumed with worry. Was the car fixed? Was she going to be in a good mood? I arrived home to. They enjoyed their walk nattering about everything and nothing and Tina held his hand throughout. They had coffee as soon as they got back arguing that they could hardly write statements and drink coffee nor could they very well have it if the police refused.Promptly at eleven the same policeman as yesterday arrived accompanied by a WPC. Both were in plain clothes and Christopher noticed when he let them in that the car was unmarked. The policeman introduced himself as Dave Ambridge and the WPC. He was broad shouldered, and had probably spent all his free time in the gym working out. He told me that I looked better, but looked as though I hadn't slept. I told him that I hadn't slept very well, but I felt a lot better, and thanked him again for listening. Again he told me it wasn't a problem, and he was glad to help. He said that he could never stand it when a pretty woman cried. I started blushing and looked down at the table. It had been years since my husband and said anything that. ” “Real hard in your tight little ass.”I reached for my cock moving it in between her cheeks. I slightly worked it down across her cunt. She was so wet and dripping, just right to lubricate my cock with her juices. Then I positioned the head right on her asshole. She cried right out, “Oh yes, do it.” “Fuck my asshole.”I pushed forward with my hips forcing my hard cock through her tight little puckered opening. Her anus instantly grabbed hold of my cock. I pushed more and felt it sliding into.