So the next day Claire comes over and I remember talking about work initially and then she laid out something to the effect of: “so did you bring a ...air?” That’s when I pulled the old mocs out of plastic bag and said “yes”. She looked them over slid her barefoot out of her sandal and slipped into my wife’s moc. Now I could say a huge smile came over her face but that would be not true. What she did say was they fit. She took off her other sandal put on the other moc… rocked her heels up in the. My arms hurt so bad from being stretched out. The pillow was underneath my backside, tilting my pussy to aide insemination, I was sure. The cage was large, a human could walk into it and stand inside of it and walk around a little. I was laying flat on my back on a dog bed, my arms handcuffed above me. My legs were tied to the cage bars with rope, keeping me down on my back. I could feel some kind of plug in my vagina, keeping Dad's sperm inside me, certainly.Weak morning light was coming. He husband was a typical business man who had no time for her needs.So we talked on whatsapp and she wanted a massage and sex for one day and one night. We fixed up meeting and she wanted to meet me on coffee before she would proceed. So we happen to meet at Costa coffee in Gurgaon. She came in denim and t shirt and was looking a sexy babe with her projected ass, ample boobs and killing figure. We settle down and I as usual treated her as a gentleman. We discussed a lot about what she wanted. I. A quick glance at the wall clock confirmed it for her. It was just after three in the morning. She could feel the pleasant weight of an old fashioned blanket over her lap. A nurse must have been in and put it there. She was silently thankful for the anonymous thoughtfulness.Even though she was still very tired, sleepiness had deserted her for a time, and she looked across at the bed, her still husband a dark silhouette in front of the curtains. As she idly watched, she realised that she should.