You wouldn't like to sleep in a cage, Robert."Although I'd never slept in a cage I suspected she was right. Thesoftness of her body kept me hard for s...me time but it was plain I wouldnot get any relief that night. The morning however proved to be somewhatdifferent.Emma Reid is an early riser and the first I knew of this was when I feltmyself being turned over onto my back. While I squinted through sleep-encrusted eyes, Emma set about methodically re-tying my wrists andankles to the four. I moved my hands to her side just under her arms gently touching the side of her breasts and slid my hands slowly up and down enjoying her curve’s and hips. I so wanted to place my hand on her breasts but chose not to. My cock is throbbing to get out of my pants and into something warm and wet and then the unexpected happens….door bell rings, there was panic in my eyes… could it be her son who I knew or a friend of hers…how will I hide my erection…. I was wearing a tea shirt, was not going to. She looked so satisfied, no, contented was more accurate. He had no choice but to try to make some sense of it."Why do you do it?" he asked, as he stared at the ceiling."You mean go to him, don't you?" You make it sound like a friendly visit when you put it that way. Go to him? Why don't you just say it? You have sex with him - you go to let him fuck you." Do you want me to say that, to tell you in those words?" I want you to tell me why! Why can't you tell me what you need instead of going to. .. She wanted him, he could tell.And indeed she was. He was so pretty. And so nice. All his life, he had been nothing but nice to her. Gentle.A friend.The shy boy in the corner, very quiet. He seemed to just observe everything with his big eyes.Those eyes were always paying attention. Even that Sunday morning, while they talked. Those eyes seemed to capture all her gestures. He seemed to follow her hand, from the ashtray to her beautiful mouth.Then Sue realized: Jack Parker was the closest to.