Whenever Andrew is away, we always talk on FaceTime, I especially want to make sure that he doesn’t have some local young rent-a-cunt with him. And ...’m pretty sure that he never has had one.In the shower, Nigel made me stand face to the wall with my arms up high and my bottom pushed back, he spread my legs apart - I love being fucked like this. Then he finished me off on the bed. He hadn’t cum since about lunchtime – so he had plenty of time to build up more semen – which he pumped into my. “It was just an idea.”“Well, if you wouldn’t mind me being there, we could try,” I said. “I mean, if we felt too embarrassed, then they are good friends, and would understand. Maybe we could go after my exam?”“Yeah, that sounds okay.” Cathy’s voice had an edge of excitement in it. “Would you mind if I went with them one day this week without you? I mean, you are going to be busy with your practicing anyway.”“No, that’s fine by me,” I replied. I could tell Cathy really wanted to go nude. If not, would her mother help me as Jennifer struggled? That idea did excite me! The image of Brenda holding her daughter down on the floor as Jennifer squirmed and kicked, while I fitted the chastity belt to her, was a wonderful fantasy! But no, I was determined to talk Jennifer into accepting time in a chastity belt as an appropriate punishment. I had practiced, using mostly my imagination but also some pillows, and was now ready to use the belt on a real girl. I loved the idea of her. ‘It’s a vest,’ he explained. ‘I made it quick, though, so don’t judge me by it. I’m actually quite the haberdasher when I’m not rushed.’ Jamie investigated the cream colored vest and, despite Peter’s claim that his work was rudimentary, she found it to be remarkably well made. Rather than a single sheet of canvas, he’d stitched three together, then cleverly hemmed the edges so she’d not be chafed by the coarse fabric. A row of wooden toggles lined the edge of one front flap, while matching.