" she said. "Put these on and let's have a look."He took off his clothes down to his underwear and slipped the skirt she handed him on, followed by a ...oll-neck cotton knitted jumper.He liked the feel; liked the freedom around the legs and the way it flared slightly. He twirled and Jess smiled.He WAS getting the hang of this, she thought.They spent the rest of the afternoon and up till about seven in the evening playing 'dress-up'. This consisted of both of them taking it in turns to try on a. Taking my hand we walked into the kitchen where my men were waiting for me, they erupted in cheers and high-fived each other. Then dad took over announcing "we have bought you a very special pink cage so that we can lock up your tiny little balls and cock" he went on to explain that they would reduce the cage size over time until my genitals were barely noticeable.I should tell you something about my family before all of this happened. My dad was extremely wealthy having inherited his father's. DeShade drank his espresso. He sure looked like he was enjoying it. When he finished, George said, ‘Lets go outside for a bit.’ I jumped up and started pushing the chair to the door. ‘My job now,’ I told George. I saw Janny smile at him when I said this. She might have thought it was funny, but I meant it. I’d push that chair up a mountain if Mr. DeShade wanted to see the top. Even if he acted and talked like a little kid sometimes. This looked like a situation where I’d be making a lot of. On the contrary, I moved even closer to her. I was aroused, and my dick was also erect. Now, I reached so close to her that my erect wood was in between her butt crack over her saree and petticoat. I started rubbing her butt crack slowly and tried to take it deeper.My wife: (letting out a soft moan) Ummm, stop it. Kids may see us.Me: If they do, they will know how much their father loves their mother.Saying this, I kept my palm on her sweaty, exposed waist and pinched her a bit. Both of us were.