Roger knew this of course. But not long after Cynthia had begun fucking Tyrone, she wanted Roger to start wearing the chastity device; and, dutiful hu...by that he had always been to her, he did so without complaint! The only time he wasn't wearing the CB 6000, was when Cynthia was going to see Tyrone; which happened to be about once a month, but sometimes more frequently!"Then go to the bed room and get ready," was all Cynthia had to say, and her husband headed straight for their room!The. " Tears were already flowing from her sad grey eyes."I can't help worrying about someone finding out about us. I've had bad dreams about it," I confessed."As far as the world will ever know, you are my good son who has never done anything wrong and I am a good mother to you. I know that what we have done is wrong but there is nothing that could cause me to tell anyone." She used her napkin to dry her eyes. I wanted to say something more, but it seemed she had said it all and she was not. His clothes mask him in daylight. Like me. Cloaked by the dark, he wears nothing. Like me.At night, his persona is dark; his color is dark. My persona yields to dark; it surrenders to dark; it desires darkness.He desires control; to control the experience. When he sounds, I moan. Cues for him to pleasure me. I control the pleasure I take from him. Intense pleasure. Shrouded pleasure. Dark pleasure.My black triangle, the dark between my legs, makes me Cat Woman. I wait for the Dark Knight.While. She took one of the red fishnet stockings in her hand and bunched it up,I had seen the scene in movies many times, a sexy stocking slowlyrolling up a smooth feminine leg. Never would I have imagined it wouldbe my leg being gripped and caressed by the nylon mesh, and never wouldI have guessed it felt even sexier for the wearer than it looked. Afterthe first stocking was squeezing tight to my thigh, held in place by thetaunt ribbons of the garter Gwen ran her hands up from my ankle to thelace.