His fingers press against my knees, opening my legs. Watching his tongue slide along my inner thigh, goose-bumps appear on my arms. Shivering, my legs...spread further apart. ‘Beautiful,’ his voice whispers to me. He reaches up to cup my breast. A slick path from his tongue continues to trail up my thigh. My nipple tingles as his fingers begin to roll it between them. Biting my bottom lip to keep the sounds of desire from escaping my body urges him on. Pooling desire begins to ease itself from my. It looked as if she were rubbing it back and forth right there because of the look on his face. After i sat down and Amy took a big gulp of her drink i could tell that he must've slipped a finger in her pussy because she let out a soft panting moan. I could tell that our time at the club was coming to an end and once we finished our drinks, i suggested that we take the party to our hotel room. They both abruptly agreed so we left. I could tell she was still a little nervous on our way there. You might well say that at Parliament there is this over-riding sense of inevitable disappointment.Except for one man! As the train stops and the doors open, he single mindedly lowers his head and powers through the masses like they were just not there – alighting passengers, pregnant women, war veterans with missing limbs – all are ignored and indeed trampled underfoot as he thrusts through the doors like a five year celibate bridegroom and secures the only vacant seat in the carriage. Mission. .. open up the bag and take out your newchastity device, your new little plastic penis prison."I untied the bow and reached into the bag. The smooth, cool plastic thatgreeted my fingers was like an aphrodisiac; I wanted to pull out all ofthe goodies and finally view them in person! The first thing to come outwas the actual cage: a short cylinder of clear acrylic whose end wasshaped like the head of a penis with a moderate-sized slit on the end.The rest of the bag held what the company calls the.