When I did this I always hung the tiny keys on the hook holding my mounted bass in our den. One Friday night after my shower I put my chastity cage on...and mixed myself a drink. Andrea and I sat on our deck over looking the pool and watched the sunset. I had several drinks and I felt like tonight was the night to let her in on my fantasy. As I handed her a drink I told her that she looked wonderful that evening. She was wearing a very short white denim skirt and a white cotton tank top. Her dark. ” My nervous hands struggled to release my buckle and work the zipper while she tapped her foot. She looked motherly with her hair back and her sleeve rolled up. I pushed my pants down and then went back across her denim lap. Once she had me in position again she really started to light up my boxer briefs. The spanking was starting to sting now. She kept finding my sit spots over and over. I kicked my legs a little and she warned me to be still.When she stopped, I was mortified, because I knew. Two large cool fingers entered my moist pussy. I let out a gasp, pulling my hand away from my clit. The fingers started fucking, being pushed in as far as they could reach. I wanted to look around, but I felt embarrassed. Instead I felt my body giving in, pushing back on the fingers, begging for more. I pulled my headphones off, I was moaning louder now. I was on the edge of cumming and I think my mystery man knew it. He pulled his fingers out and spanked my arse. Hard. “I see the agency sent. “I know,” Sven grinned at me. “She's got a tight pussy.”“Yes, she does,” I purred, his eyes watching her tail flicking across my tits.“Ooh, pound the slut,” Aingeal moaned. “Fuck her so hard. I love watching sex. It's so hot.”I savored the emotions our art inspired in Aingeal.My hips drew back through the catgirl's tight pussy. She clamped down her flesh about my shaft, pleasure shooting down my clit-dick. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. Waves of heat washed through my body out of.