It mostly depended on my mood. "I don't know." You're a lot of help. What if the talent show was tomorrow? What would you sing?"What the hell was Tami...on about? Then I knew the song. "Holes in the Floor of Heaven."Robbie smiled. "Good choice. She'd like it."Tami scribbled something. "What else?" You only get one song in the talent show," I pointed out, then nibbled on her ear for effect."Not in my talent show. What else?"I looked up at Robbie, but all she did was shrug. "Uh, Daydream Believer.". Yes she even pressed one or more of her fingers up my ass. My jism was building up in my balls. I could feel the heat building up in my loins. I was on the verge of cumming. I was going to spray harder than I have ever sprayed before. But then reality set in. I was a chaste husband. A chastity cage was locked upon my manhood and even though the inside of my body was screaming cum, cum, CUM. The plastic cage hanging from my crotch was screaming no, no NO!!!I’ve been locked in this cage for 6. I knew that she knew that I wanted to fuck her. Every time we were around each other we stole glances and one day she had actually gently squeezed my cock when Clara went to the bathroom.“I want you,” she whispered while she did it."And I you,” I said.“How?”“Not sure, but I’m dying here, Vanessa.”She kissed my lips, her tongue found mine and as I heard Clara flush the toilet, we came apart. The taste of her lipstick lingered and I savored it as long as I could.After finishing the milkshakes, I. "Move your fingers up," she whispered back, and I did as told. She directed my fingers until i was touching her clit. My fingers barely touching her hardening clit. She let me know she liked it with louder moans. The tips of my fingers tickled and teased her clit. I watched her writhe as I masturbated her pussy. I continued for minutes. "Don't stop," she said in a slightly huskier voice than normal. I did as told. Her writhing grew stronger. She began to stiffen. A louder low moan came from her.