Skye and I walked in amongst the youths letting them get a good look at us and listen to their rude comments about what they’d like to do to us. If ...e hadn’t have been with Sir John I’m sure that Skye and I would have let anyone of them, or all of them who wanted to, fuck us.All too soon, the rubber dinghy was back at the beach and we had to get on it.The following morning, we awoke to find different scenery, and a male voice that wasn’t Sir John or the captain.Being the horny little sluts that. Stirring from the bed, I heard a clicking sound from under the sheets. Looking down at my crotch, I saw the chastity cage and it all came back to me in a rush. Had last night really happened? Yes. Yes it had.I got out of bed and began to walk to the bathroom. My asshole was sore. And loose. I started to lift the toilet lid to pee then thought better of it. I lowered it and sat down. Afterwards, I took a shower. It felt odd. I could wash my balls, which were also sore, but not my plastic covered. ” I took another sniff and added, “Your lasagna smells amazing. Do I detect a hint of anise in the sauce?”“Why, thank you, Jesse, and I’m impressed with your discerning nose. Now you two park it in the living room while I finish up in here. Dinner’s in about fifteen minutes. I hope you came hungry.”“No problem there, Rosa.”Steve opened beers for the two of us and we got settled in the living room. The place was the picture of comfort with big, overstuffed chairs and couch. A couple of oil. Right at thatinstant I saw what looked like a black box superimposed on my lower leftfield of vision. It went away a split second later, but just for thebriefest of moments it was there.A second later it was gone. The girl's mother came running up and tookher back to her seat to comfort her. The show resumed and just soon thenext group of families was filing in.Later that night, thinking back on the event, I started to wonder if Ihad stumbled onto something. The limbic region of the brain had a.