She ran back in the room and laid an open mouthed kiss on me, like she was trying to swab my tonsils. Sis just had a smokey look in her eyes.Sis worke... in some kind of auto/truck moving place. You needed a vehicle moved to another part of the country, they loaded it up and moved it for you. I was still in the damned reserves, so I stayed with Sis on meeting weekends. Since there were about twenty single or divorced secretaries of some shape, age or description in her office, she had me fixed up. However I look silly with my pants down around my hips.As I return to the table the Mistress notices my pants and asks "Have a little problem in the bathroom?" I don't say anything and return to my seat next to her. She immediately reaches over to test my hardness. "Ooooh, nice and hard, just the way I like it." She unzips my pants again and my cock pops out. The cold air of the restaurant doesn't even phase it. She reaches over and grabs it and begins to stroke me again, now without any. We reassembled our clothes and, while holding each other tightly, I slowly drove to her home. When we got to her place, I had that beer with her father. He seemed to enjoy my company, and I enjoyed his. I came to find out he drank heavily. Most of Anns family resented her fathers heavy drinking. Ann had explained to me why he drank so much. I soon understood his drinking. He was very ill, and he used beer for pain relief. He suffered from cancer and passed away just a few months later. I didnt. It wouldn't be good for business.The hardest thing for him to do was wear a cock cage for me all the time. When I first brought it up, he didn't like the idea. He had written about the cock cage in his stories, and he owned a cock cage, but he didn't want me to make him wear it. I could understand that. He had pictures of me, naked pictures, that I'm pretty sure he was masturbating to while I was working.But I wanted to control his cock. Call me a bitch if you want, but it made me wet to think.