So when Friday come around Dave went to the pub with Tyson as normally and Kate and I stayed in and chatted over a couple of bottle of wine. I built u... the courage to ask her what she men't after we had a couple of glasses Kate said exactly what it men't i’m yours and Dave’s to do what ever you want when ever you like, with that I ask her how far would she go and is there anything she wont do. She sat the thinking for a second then giggled and said I fucked your dog don't think there anything I. She opened her eyes to see the captain’s cabin, from the low angle of her bed on the floor. Something was different. Not in the room, but about her. A hard, cold, unyielding weight was around her loins. Constance touched it, and her fingertips found metal. She looked down at what seemed to be an iron girdle. It encircled her lower belly, and extended between her legs. Not a single curl of her golden pubic hair was visible. The metal continued to her backside, and small locks dangled at each. The worst part was she seemed to enjoy it she had agreed to meet them, Saturday after the game. She called him for dinner.They sat they made small talk mostly about the game, but she constantly brought up Terry and Ralph. She had started to clear the dishes when her phone rang, as she looked down, she got a smile on her face. She answered, “hold on please, Wally be a dear put the dishes in the sink I’ll be in my room its work”.He quickly put the dishes in the sink, quickly he went into the. Always in time to the music. When she would briefly pull away from his face you could see the fabric of the shirt straining under her erect nipple. After a few minutes of rubbing her boobs on him he began to move his hips upwards trying to grind on her with his crotch. She was aware of this and would shift upwards to mostly avoid contact. She was teasing the hell out of him. Eventually, after brushing her hair back and forth over his face she stopped and whispered something in his ear to which.