I didn't see the keys anywhere, so I didn't close the lock. I tried to adjust it for comfort. Pushing a piece of pinched flesh from here and such. ... went down to the kitchen and showed L the fit and asked if she knew where the keys for the lock were. "Don't worry, Tami, I have the keys. Now let me see." L grabbed the cage and clicked the lock closed. "Now I really do control it," she said. How do I describe the feeling of a lock clicking on your cock. This cage is metal. The lock is. Of course I felt completely beaten with sad feelings when sitting at the kitchen table beginning to think about my situation and why in the hell Emma had caused me to get into this damn mess. My thoughts went to the first time I met her. It was during the rally race when I slid off the road in a bend and hit a moose standing in the forest. It fell over the hood and crushed the windshield. Emma was there as nurse and it was she who gave me first aid and probably even my pet name "The Moose".When. Caressing her breasts one by one with my free hand I imagine myself between her legs and fucking that pussy of hers like crazy. Killing the moment she whispers in my ear, telling me that I had just drove right past her house, slowly removing my hand from under her shirt she winks at me and says ‘who says it has to stop here?’ Stepping out of the car and opening the door for her she grabs hold of my hand and leads me inside her house, upstairs and into her room. Sitting me on her bed she tells. "I hope you'll send me an invitation!" Of course! How could I not!"Gerry was waiting for her in 'Portholes', the Queen's Head restaurant. He stood as he saw her enter, and when she reached him, stretched out his hand and gently traced the line of her jaw with her fingers. The touch, the gesture, made her weak at the knees and she closed her eyes, which were prickling with incipient tears. He stepped round and drew out her chair for her; she sat, gratefully, unable to prevent a tear trickling.