You tut, and slap me down. “Don’t you fucking dare,” you command, as you shove the tight cock cage over my cock and balls, and lock it tight wi...h a key that you then throw across the floor. It rattles over the floorboards and under your dresser, out of reach. Chloe cackles with laughter at my predicament. You slap the cock cage hard, and I double over in pain. “There we are bitch!” you laugh, “No room to get hard in there, is there?” I whimper and moan. At times you have kept me in this. Her confidence, her silly innocent misjudgment of the boy she had ridiculed, had turned to a cold fear. He had to come back, she told herself.She must have passed out. The room had grown quite a bit colder when she awoke to a strange sound in the distance, a sound different from the creaks and groans of the ancient warehouse and unlike the myriad sounds of the traffic in the streets. It sounded like a door sliding open. She grew alert instantly, listening for the slightest change from the. Turning back I saw a tear escape her silver pearl eyes and I wondered if her dreams of prophecy had visited her the night afore. But I banished the thought, if she knew she would tell me. But a small voice inside me questioned if her vision was of me and if that was the reason she did not tell me so as not to test the fates. I shook away the rest of my doubts and waited for my brother so we could descend the steps to the hall together. Not a minute latter he materialized at my side dressed in. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady as he adjusted to the feeling again, then when she felt him loosen his grip she began to slowly move. Taking subtle cues from the way he held her, she began to rock her hips, working his shaft before starting to use her legs to move up and down. She rested her hands on his chest for balance and focused all her movement on her hips.Brandon couldn’t believe they were going for a second round right away. He had tried to prepare himself for his.