“Are you wearing panties, Ellen.” I asked.“Murphy, someone is going to hear you.” She said, as she blushed.“Well, they may want to know, if ...hey did hear me ask.”“Murphy, I am wet.”“Really, show me.”“Murphy, I cant do that, and you know it.”“Touch yourself, and let me lick your finger.”“Murphy, you make me so fucking hot, I can’t believe I am doing this,” She said, as she looked around, lifted her skirt, and slipped her hand between her thighs.She put her fingers close to my mouth, and I licked. ’ He spoke with such a soft and loving tone it made her skin creep to hear it now. She wondered how she could have ever thought it sexy. ‘Are you ready, ready to become a work of art?’ She could not speak with the gag in place, so she tried to put all her malice and hate for him into her eyes as she glared at him. ‘Oh, come now, don’t be so angry with me. I must admit, I thought you’d be much more of a challenge than you were. You came so willingly to me, it’s almost as though you were meant to. I squirt just a tiny littledab of his favorite perfume around my neck. There! I’mfinished!I get out of the car and my heels are making that loudclicking sound as I walk around near his car. I peerinside for a moment and look for the number. He wrotethe room number on a little pad and laid it on thefront seat just like he said he would do. He’s in roomseventeen.It’s on the opposite side of the parking lot. He’s veryclever at things. I make my way across the lot andknock. The poor man has been denied sexual release for four or five years now. No wonder he was so uncomfortable, he got excited and his penis had nowhere to go in its cage. I looked at him sitting there holding the same pose he had when I drew out his caged cock. "Tim can you hear me?" Yes Janice." Do you like me?" Yes, you are a beautiful woman." Then why did you not pursue intercourse with me?" I cannot have sex as a man. My cock is locked up in a device that my wife had the key for. I can only.