He caressed her forehead and smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, but I can control my craziness,” he said and smiled. “It feels a bit ...trange to be treated this way. Since I lost my attractiveness…” He placed his forefinger on her mouth, muffling her words. “You are beautiful.” “Really, how could you know that?” “To be honest, your plaster shell doesn’t hide much, you know.” “Hey, you almost made me feel like a princess,” she said sarcastically. His hand moved down and rested on. As I assumed it was Linda coming back for something, I called outto her. "Did you forget your books again, Linda?" Much to my astonishment, I heard my father's voice say, "It's notLinda, Andy. It's me. I got off work early so I came right home. Do youwant to go out and eat? I guess you must be tired of cooking everynight." All I could do was to stand in front of the sink and grip thefront of it to stop from falling over. There was nowhere I could hideor run to, and I was more or less paralyzed. It felt so good, so wrong but so good. The cock now started working my pussy, in and out, in and out pumping me full with each thrust. Each time hitting my prostate and sending shivers down my spine. I had forgotten to take my cage off in the hedonistic rush but I had also noticed when at home doing my sissygasms my clit never gets hard totally as was the case now. It kept pumping me each time hitting the right spot on my prostate and I knew I wouldn’t last long before cumming. I was. Not yet he said, what about what we spoke about. Oh yes came her reply. She went over to the boxes and took out another leather strap then handed it to him. She knelt on the bed with her knees and legs together and curled herself up with her arms stretched down to her feet. Her lover used the strap to fasten her wrists and feet together through the loops. Chris was kneeling, face down with her ass in the air pointing directly at me. He climbed on the bed, got behind her and I had the most.