Perhaps if I do what Sarah says, we can move past all of this and forget any of it ever happened. Maybe this really is just some weird fantasy of hers...For the next hour I slaved away in the kitchen. I went all out, pan-searing an incredible steak with delicious sides and a glass of Sarah's favorite red wine. Throughout the entire process my caged cock ached for freedom, and the jingle the little lock on the chastity cage made with each movement reminded me of my shame. I felt incredibly exposed. He fucked me slowly at first and then sped up, all the time he just stared at me smiling. I was soon groaning as my first born shagged me.Then I knew I was coming it was then I came to my senses and thought ‘what am I doing’ but it was too late as John was fucking me faster and harder and it was good sex. Then it finished as quick as it had started, he groaned, stopped and then gave me four or five quick thrusts, groaned again and stood up.I knew he’d come and had deposited his seed in my pussy. She is now gently pressing over that spot which I love, that spot that drives me over the edge, yes that special spot that makes me cum without fail. Rachel’s fingers continue to enter and slide out slowing, gaining momentum, and then decreasing in intensity making me ache for more. Rachel’s tongue is now cloning her fingers, varying the speed, teasing me, fucking me, until every time she slows her roll, she will hear another whimper escape my lips.Every exhale becomes a pant as she reaches. She knew that she should be disgusted, but what the hell, give the man a thrill. She pulled down his zipper, but she couldn’t unbuckle his pants without undoing his duty belt. She doubted the man would stand for his weapon and equipment hitting the ground. Perhaps he was soft enough to pull his cock out through the slit. Her fingers slid into the opening. She pushed at the material of his pants and pulled on his cock-shaft until the thing popped into view. No, his dick wasn’t soft at all. In.