“Shit,” they said together.It took a week to arrange, but we finally got something resembling a scientific test on the radar reflective properties...of the coating. I had made two one-meter square sheets of plate aluminum. One was coated, the other was not. I made a mounting bracket on the front of my Range Rover to hold the plate. Jim had arranged through a contact at State Farm to use a radar gun which he decided he would run. We were using the blacktop in front of the farm as our test range.. She grinds me all round her pussy and gets every bit of cum out me.Sacha cleans us both up and again we chat. She tells me she loves to travel and spent two years touring America. If she makes it in the porn industry that's where she wants to move.I then seen Sacha's phone light up and guess that must be the hour up. It's been the fastest but at the same time the slowest hour of my life, but definitely the best. I say to her that I should be going.Sacha looks disappointed and says "No, one more. After an hour and our fifth glass of sangria, she was becoming even more blatant at staring at their cocks. The fruity wine had definitely mellowed us out, and she was being less and less cautious.The conversation had drifted between our wedding, work, and how nice their lake home and cottage are. When Ben realized that my young wife was beginning to slur her words, he said, “Averee, sweetie, you sure seem to be staring at and are very interested in our cocks. Are these the only cocks you’ve. They're submissives. Some of themclean and cook and do all your chores. Some of them let you sexuallydominate them. The lifestyle goes well with cages. You can keep themlocked away in panties while you lay on the couch and eat Cheetos. Ittakes a male-oriented world and makes it female-oriented." Oh. One of those was in the movie.Angie looked me up and down. My pants were still around my ankles, andmy cage was there for anyone to see."This one is a good candidate for being a sissy," Angie said..