She had flown back to Rota two nights earlier after she had received a message from Director Richards for her to contact him soonest. The team had set...led into a couple of days of heightened awareness and paid more attention to their surroundings a bit more than they would have usually. They never left the compound with less than three people. David had taken Lana to an internet café to download more information about the bank in Macao for Denise so she could forward it to Diane. When she had. Perhaps an explanation or something to defend or apologise for. His face was that much of a mixture that it conveyed to her a sense of confusion and hesitance for something that seemed so clear-cut a second ago—and probably reflected her own.“I have a husband,” she said outright, the words escaping out of sheer panic. She didn’t know if it was the best way to communicate her rejection of him, and less sure that she wanted to reject him at all, but it gave her a sense of empowering staunchness. The floodgates opened, and my thrusts became stronger and slower. My breaths came ragged as the pleasure wave rose until the fluids rushed through me and blasted through my member and into my roommate, who hung on to me for dear life. I throbbed over and over again, spastic thrusts of my hips attempting to deposit my ropes of semen deeper than the last time.Finally I relaxed my tensed body with a deep breath, and I felt soft lips kissing my neck and cheek. My eyes, open but unseeing, came into. My jaws and lips ache as they try in vain to close around a thick hard leather bit while her soft lips are parted naturally as her body regains its strength. My face is pressed against the cold, hard, drool covered plastic of my kennel as her head is gently supported by a soft pillow.I can only imagine her comfort because she does not allow me, like other husbands, to enjoy the "rights" of the husband. On this cold November night she has decided that I am to sleep in the "bitch cage". A cage.