So in these three months how many times had you two fucked I asked. She said twice a week. So roughly twenty four times I said. Yeah I guess something...like that she said. Is his cock better than mine I asked her next. She said it doesn't matter. No, answer my questions I said sternly. She said yes, it's quite a bit longer and a lot thicker. Does it feel good when he fucks you I said, my voice started shaking. She picked up on how this conversation was affecting me and she gained a new found. Now you kneel at the window and await our guests." As per my first day I knelt obediently at the window to witness the arrival of the women, many of whom I now knew intimately. As the women began to arrive, my cock dribbled in the cage, and my anus clenched at the tight butt-plug with a renewed fear. The thought and excitement of seeing so many dominant women made me yearn for humiliation, and punishment. Agnes arrived, dressed in a tight black satin Chinese style dress; her scornful look at me. But that kind of danger is what helps get me off. I don't know if you feel the same way, or if that's just me. 2) Balance: This is very important. You won't have fun doing it in a place too safe where there's no chance of getting caught or being seen. And on the other hand, at least in my experience, you can't get off if your feeling too scared. My cock just doesn't work right and my heart beats too, too fast to concentrate. Over time, you will develop areas and specific locations where you. Sitting up, I watched the doorway. Fiona came out, her hair still disheveled from sleep but a smile sparkling from under her ruffled locks. However, in a somewhat teasing mood, as she crawled up onto the bed, I slipped off the other side. She didn't say anything as I headed to the bathroom. I needed relief too.When I returned to the bed, she had curled up under the covers again. I noticed her alarm clock, 7:15. "Come on sleepy head. I've got a long day ahead of me and most of it starts this.