And yet, eventually, and in spite of the guilt that attended it, he always returned for yet another fabulous blow job!Of course, he told himself, in s...ch moments, that he really wasn't 'cheating' on Cynthia at all! After all, he wasn't having sex with ANOTHER WOMAN! Surely that made a difference! Right? Of course it did! It had to! This was just sex ('just sex')! There was no love involved in it. And, since it was with another guy, there could be no possibility of getting another woman. For the remained of that day Grace and I said nothing. Even at the dinner table, we refused to make small talk about anything. The thing that bothered me the most wasn’t that she walked in on me; I was mostly troubled by not knowing how Grace felt about masturbation and sexuality. I didn’t know what to say to her, and I presumed that she didn’t know what to say to me. Likewise, the next day, Sunday, Grace said nothing to me, and I said nothing to her. Every time we made eye contact we were. "The poor boi kneeling at his owner's feet look so afraid and vulnerable,especially since he had been denuded and locked in a small, pink CB-3000chastity cage. The sight of him fueled my own excitement and I thoughtbriefly of how much I was going to enjoy using Daisy the moment I gothome."And feelings you have the right to enjoy," added an older woman who wasfollowed by a fully feminized sissy maid and was obviously her property."My name is Loretta Fisher," she continued as she offered first. “This is going to be so much fun.”Debbie could not help moaning softly and moving against her tormentor’s hand as Stephanie continued her embrace. But before she could gain a rhythm, Stephanie pulled away.“Now get dressed. We have a busy night ahead of us.” Stephanie informed her bewildered pet as she is unlocking the handcuffs. “You have 10 minutes to get ready, don’t disappoint me.”Debbie looked at the articles of clothing that Stephanie had thrown on the bed. The first item that caught her.