Still later, she showed up with heavy makeup on her cheeks and eyes - she hardly wore any, normally. By this time, he was sure, and it made him hearts...ck, especially because he didn't think there was a thing he could do about it. It seemed almost impossible. She had it so together at work. How could she be an abuse victim?For several weeks after realizing the truth, he did nothing but watch. Finally, after first checking with String, he asked her to join him for a mid-morning coffee at a nearby. I had tried gay sex before and enjoyed it so, although surprised, I again consented. He went down on me but wasn’t very good and I knew from my past experiences it would take me a long time to cum so I offered to suck him. Immediately he said ‘yes’ and I soon had his cock in my mouth. I loved the excitement and the danger of doing this in such a seedy and semi-public place. I loved the taste of his cum too, so much so that after he finished I had crossed the aisle to another booth and. They had to wear a black tuxedo vest only with a little red bowtie which was hooked on a leather neck ring. There was a clasp where a chain other apparatuses could be hooked or attached. Last but not least was the metal chastity tubes the white men all wore and was completely visible for everyone to see. Each tube had a forty-five degree curve on the tube itself. The head of the penis poked thru the end. A handcuff like ring that locked in place around the testicles making it impossible to. Eve pulled away slightly, breaking their kiss long enough to whisper, “Yessssss….” That was all the encouragement Miguel needed. His hands moved down to cup her round cheeks and pull her hips into his hardness. Eve arched her back, pushing her soft breasts into his hard chest. Her length molded to his. It was as if they were lying on a cloud. Miguel looked down on his goddess as she held out her arms and urged him to come closer. His hard cock was enveloped by her moist heat and her legs held.