I positioned myself over it and lowered myself onto it. We were watching each other. I was riding a dildo on the floor and he was stroking his cock. H... said, 'I do, I have a toy, a butt plug, I use it sometimes. You aren't hard doing that?' He questioned.'No,' I replied. 'I'm not usually, I like getting fucked.' It was true, coming from anal is amazing to me. I took a leap that I wouldn't scare him when I said, 'that's why I have a chastity cage. It keeps me from getting hard and I can't touch. She resisted the urge to move her foot, knowing the 10 denier nylon wascurled softly around her exposed arch, and that it was directly beneathhis head. Despite his obvious attempt not to look, he had taken a briefglance before looking up at her. During this moment she had noticed thatwhatever his misgivings may be, he was also wearing nylons. He looked upand once he made eye contact, he began to speak.'Look, Eveline, I tried hard to get my head wrapped around things lastnight, but I'm. I held my breath as she moved around the room, not sure what I might see, but not wanting to miss whatever was to happen. Finally my patience was rewarded and I caught a brief glimpse of thighs and panties as she hopped onto her bed. Her bed was close to the window, so I had a better view of her there than when she was walking around. Even though I had actually been between those bare thighs just a few nights before, there was something especially erotic about seeing her that way without her. I stood there and pouted a bit before following her back that way. I met her at the door as she was coming back out with her bag in hand. She expertly slipped by me before I could grab her. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “Down boy, down!” as she ducked into the bathroom, closing the door, but leaving it ajar. I went about things around my little place listening to her in the bathroom. Then I heard the shower start. I sneaked up to the door and pushed it open a bit so I could look.