His every little movement made the fabric of the mask bunch and shift, so that its expression seemed always to be changing. He did not stop playing as...the men entered, except to nod at them, once, in silent acknowledgment, and then went right back to his music, each jarring, clanging note falling on their nerves. Phillip managed to speak first. Who the hell are you? he said. Sir! said the captain. You should leave these premises immediately. Whoever you are, whatever the nature of your. There was no routine. I lived my life as normal with work and the k**s, but Missy controlled my cock and my orgasms. It was entirely down to her what happened, whether my cock was in or out of its chrome cage, and what I had to do sexually to her or what she may give to me in the form of teasing, and whether I was brought close to an orgasm and put back into the cage, or left to a ruined orgasm with no stimulation during the peak moment, or allowed to cum properly for her. I lived my life in. " A smile crossed Carl's face, his thoughts going back to the time the two of them had recently spent in the barn. His cock stirred a bit at the thoughts. He adjusted his seat and listened to his wife talk about getting a dog."I really would like something like a St. Bernard or a Doberman. Perhaps a Great Dane! I'm not really sure which one I'd like. What brought up the subject, Carl?" Well, one of the men on my sales route was recently transferred out west and he wasn't able to take his dog. Perfect.I scrolled through my phone as the music played and the heat of the day slowly dropped away. My mind drifted as I relaxed, stopping to think about what my wife and her sister were doing on their weekend away. Likely sitting on a bar patio, having a few glasses of wine and flirting with the locals. The thought of it aroused me.I pulled up a few porn videos and watched some hotwife and threesomes as my cock hardened and the music played in the background. Thinking of her with someone.