“Hmm, no, but he will be staying with us for a little while,” said Owen.THE SCARBOROUGH dinner club was an upscale steak house that catered only t... the well dressed and the well-heeled; homeless riff-raff need not apply. I was okay dressed, and yes I was wearing a tie as I had been advised to do by Abigail, but the well-heeled part was gonna be somebody else’s worry; it sure as hell wasn’t going to be mine.I don’t think my ex-wife had a clue as to how taking us to a place like the Scarborough. I didn't know if it was a hunger for sex, for me, or for attention, but she was ravenous. Our kisses became harder, more insistant, stoking the heat between us.Her hand which had been caressing my bulge went to my belt and tugged it loose. She undid my jeans and smoothly ran my zipper down. She fell to her knees and put her hand inside my jeans, fishing my hard shaft free of the constriction of my boxers. I watched her as she took the head into her mouth. Her hand deftly skinned the foreskin. .I was that they are also going to Delhi and then after that they start their tour to all around places… They asked mine.. Like that I became free with them… But every one had lust in their eyes.. After sometime I got a plan and said them I am afraid sleeping alone this side.. And asked if any one can exchange their berth!!?Then I got lower berth.. Sorry I forgot to say their names… Rahul,hari, jittu,sam, abhi, sasi… Now hari and I exchanged berths.. We settled on our respective berths.. I was. He hadsome rubber bands that he wrapped around my cock and began snapping themagainst my exposed member. The pain was excrutiating, and my erectionquickly subsided. I was actually thankful for the steel cage that wasquickly snapped closed, protecting my "sissy stick" from any furtherabuse.I still remember the sound of the padlock clicking shut. Deep down I knewthat it would remain shut for a very long time. It's been nearly two yearsnow, and I haven't had access to my sissy stick in all that.