The thought didn’t come to me. I can sense that it wasn’t a pleasant thought, like a bitter memory trapped in a book that’s been glued shut. May...e I’d simply forgotten, but it felt odd. Was that symptom of what brought me here? A side-effect? Is there anything else I’d forgotten?I stopped, my palm on the trunk of stout tree. I closed my eyes and felt my face scrunch a bit. I strained to think. Something simple. Something easy. Something that there’s no way I could have forgotten it.My name…. .. morethan all others combined. He'd take a bullet for either of them; butright now, he just needed to be a good listener."Amy started showing me these chastity cages on various websites,explaining the mechanisms and why she finds the practice erotic. Shewants me to be her 'keyholder' and decide when she has to wear one, andfor how long. She was all excited, but I felt confused. Simultaneously,I was aroused and sick at my stomach. I felt guilty and disgusted atmyself for imagining my wife. "When did he say that? And what else did he say?"She noticed I wasn't responding and turned around to see me staring at her. "What's the matter?" Do you know you are strikingly beautiful when you laugh?"Jennifer blushed. "Thank you. But I'd rather not." Why?" Maybe I will tell you sometime." Jennifer said after a pause. She was looking at her shoes. "What else did he say?" she repeated."He said you were good... very good." I said. "Roger rarely gives compliments. If he meant your presentation. I finished off the donkey cum in the bucket and gotinto bed. Sparky jumped in with me and I got an idea. Ilaid on my back and put him on top of me. I slid hiscock in and wrapped my arms around him as he startedslowly humping. He laid his head on my shoulder and wefell asleep. However, I woke up throughout the nightwhen he pumped what cum he had left into me. We wokethe next day and he jumped off of me to get some waterfrom the toilet. I sat up in bed and felt my cuntopening. It felt all right.