”“Very good, Johnny. What do you suppose it locks?”“The belt?”“That’s good. See, the tip of the penis fits in this hole so the wearer ...an urinate when wearing it.”He reddened again, “I see.”I looked dubious. “OK, Johnny, let’s summarize what you’ve learned about the device. First, when the device is closed the penis of the wearer is behind that belt in that cup secured with the tip halfway through that hole. What happens when the belt is locked with the device closed?”“The penis is locked. I got down on my knees bracing myself on my hands, I felt him position himself behind me and lift my dress. He grabbed a handful of my hip and pulled me back, impaling me on his cock. I wanted him to go deeper, needed him to go deeper. I searched for anything on the ground to hold on to for leverage. I fisted my hands in the grass under me and pushed back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. He was fucking me roughly one hand on each hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked. "I quickly said, Wayne, I think it's time to stop all this bickering and go to the wedding, If you decide not to go that's alright to, but Julie and I are going to our niece's wedding. There cousins, she's my sisters daughter and I am going to the wedding, She's all the family I have left and I'm the only family she has left after losing her husband, in that accident and she would feel terrible if I didn't attend her only daughters wedding." Well go ahead and go Marsha, I don't really give a. The office was run by a middle aged (50 ish?) lady who had a curvy figure, short dark hair and really good legs! This brought out my existing leg and heels fetish, particularly because she always wore heeled court shoes. She was called Deidre, and was married to a man named Desmond, who I had only met once.Nothing happened for several weeks (apart from me staring at her legs and shoes! ). I then found myself in the records room. A large dusty room filled with copies of customer record. I was.