I kissedher then. It was something more than a kiss, almost amelding of souls. She smiled and snuggled against me,both of us short of breath. “I...#8217;m thirsty, you want a beer?” I asked her. She laughed, “Fraid I am old enough for you to fuck, butnot old enough to swallow.”I stopped at the sink and cleaned my dick off. It wasremarkably clean. I looked back into the bedroom to seeher laughing. “I planned to lose my anal cherry. Took anice warm enema not too long. She must have slept really heavy again. She felt sore 'down there' maybe she was going to start her period. That was strange, she had had her period just a week ago, mayby she was early, no matter. She put on a robe and went down stairs. She looked out the peep hole in the door and saw no one. Then she noticed a package laying on the door step. She undid the dead bolt and the security chain. Living by yourself you could never be too careful.The brown package was small and had her name written. Until now it was nothing to me and now out of nowhere I had a new emotion wash over me. utter sympathy for the lemon but not in a sad way. my mind kept thinking this new thing, "damn that lucky lemon". and then the game starts. she looks down at me and asks, hey kutta! what are you staring at down there? is it done? not yet right? wait wait. I'm coming. she revved it a little more and pop. the lemon popped out and got CRUSHED under the weight of chechi and her mother. I look up and chechi was. I have been commanded to now call both Maureen and my wife “Mistress”, and now they have new ideas for me. I talked to Mistress Maureen via IM on the Internet and she had me try to fondle my balls, which are still exposed. It made me grow hard and this was painful to me, since my little clitty is now in this plastic cage. So I soon learned after wearing the device for a short time, that I would now need to control my sexual emotions while wearing it. I like it that you can hardly tell that I am.