Her eyes glittered as she saw me struggle to keep my cool. She's enjoying this way too much for my taste.It started as a joke - she said she'd have to...keep me caged in order to tame my constant arousal (and subsequent masturbation) - but it turns out she was more serious that I'd thought she would be. She bought the cage and when I laughingly agreed to wear it for a few days, I could tell the mere idea was getting her off. Even though I'd been sexually unfulfilled the past days, she'd been. Her hands felt even better than her feet had! Oh, what mysteries there were to be discovered in the human anatomy.The horse didn't know the half of it. Neither did Marion... yet.She still thought that she was only going to give the horse a handjob, which was bad enough, but not nearly as perverted as some of the things she could do.Kneeling beside him, she rubbed and stroked his prick until it was fully erect again, stretching out taut as a bowstring, a very fat bowstring.Then Marion, grinning. Ten minutes later I had the tent cleaned out, the stakes pulled and the entire thing stored in its own bag which fit nicely inside the backpack on top of the pad, leaving room alongside it for the sleeping bag, once it was rolled up. Except for that, the backpack was ready to go. I went over and brushed off the flannel side of the sleeping bag, turned it over on the table and did the same to the outside. I turned it again, making another check to make sure nothing had been picked up from the. " And I thought my panties were wet before. Then I thought, 'Would Rick approve of me looking at a picture of another man's cock? I look at pictures on the internet. But this is different. This is someone we know. I decided to see what he thought. But later. I wanted ... no needed to hear the rest of this story.'Laura continued. "I woke up around 5:00 to the phone ringing. It was Steven. He was going to go play racquet ball after work. He'd pick up some wine and we'd order pizza when he got.