He focused in on her tits, her very pronounced tits at that. That’s when he saw it. He saw the bra she was wearing. He’d never seen a woman in her...bra before. Yes, that’s right, Peter was a virgin. He was as much a virgin as one could be. He stared and he stared at her tits, hard. “Like my breasts, Peter? To be honest, I like them too,” she told him pleasantly. “Tell you what,” she went on to say, “Let me get uhhh cleaned up, showered, and all that tomorrow and come on back. Hmmm, we can, you. Big mistake. It turned out to be a new Birdlocked"Pico" chastity cage. This one is much more devilish, and has smallsilicone spikes on the inside. It is fine and protected mme at first.But as soon as she had me licking her slave girls ass I got excited andstarted to get hard in it and found out how severe the little siliconespikes really were.She just laughed and said get used to it sissy, its staying on for acouple of months. And it did.The next time I went for my waxing Carmen saw me taking. She wanted the contact. I grinned wider at the thought. She was reacting much like the other patrons I had just been complaining about to Renée. Why wasn't I surprised? I didn't know, but somehow it seemed okay, even welcome. She hadn't come after me. She let me be the advancer. In fact, she was helping the situation along. I doubt that she had heard my conversation with Renée, but all the same Yvonne was acting as if she knew why I asked her back there.Giving in to what she wanted and the game. "Destiny is a strange thing," whispered the woman. "It can be almostimpossible to divert it unless some... powerful force intercedes. And oncediverted, that new destiny becomes yours forever, for good or ill."Burt's mouth hung flaccidly open as he simply looked at her, his thoughtssluggishly flopping from one thing to another."To play at diverting one's destiny is a foolish thing," she said, "andalways leads to regret. Only another intervention of great power canchange the course of fate back.