I wanted to send him over with my attention for him tolose himself in the bliss of my attention and Icontinued my hands shivering with want my legs ca...essinghis as my face and tongue sought his pleasure. Mybreathing became labored as my own excitement increased.Finally I kissed his cheeks and then thighs and stood onshaking legs to go again to check the laundry.I made my way in bare feet to the second floor again andchecked the dryer to see if it was dry yet. Some werebut not all so I pulled. I did a little planning and then showed everyone how posthole diggers worked. I was surprised to see them all waiting anxiously for their turn to try them out.The rest of the day was mostly old-fashioned work. We had to cut more trees for the posts, and then some smaller ones to make dowels to use as pegs. Luckily the newness of the diggers hadn't worn off before all the holes were in place, and there'd been quite a few needed.Once we had the pen built, we started on the chute I'd decided to. Her hips began to move ardently when he began twirling his finger on the swollen, nerve-filled bud. ‘Ahhhh!!!’ Heidi moaned, squirming and shaking. ‘Oh, Tim, yessss!!! Oh, yessss!!! Kiss me!! Play with meeeee!!! So good!!! Oh, God, Tim, it always feels so good when you touch me!!!’ Heidi’s desire grew rapidly and before long, she felt herself plummeting into a whirlpool of bliss. ‘In me!!!’ she cried, ‘Please, Tim, I want you in me!!!’ Tim wanted Heidi as badly as she wanted him. He moved. And afterwards, if you make me cum, I might put you in the cage again. I feel like I might hyperventilate at the word. The cage. I feel a surge of despair warring with desire wash through me at the memories associated with the steel prison. It has become an obsession, one I dream about every night, awaking disquieted, my pussy soaking the sheets. It is what draws me, not her. She knows it too. Knows it and doesn’t care. As long as I keep showing up at her door. Steeling myself, I pad slowly.