I rush to the door like a k** at Christmas, flinging the door open I’m greeted by the sight of a bedraggled woman, her long blond hair once tied up ...ow a matted mess of sweat as her T-shirt clings to her body her shorts are damp with perspiration and next to her a large heavy box.”delivery” she says”did you drag that thing all the up four flights of stairs? I would have helped””last delivery of the day so....””well I was just about to make a cold lemonade if you want I would be happy to fix one. Half an hour later and I settled on the finished article, the bonus of concentrating so hard on eyeliners and mascara was that my cock had gone fully soft, even though as I stood in the mirror a long string of precum dripped from its tip. I gathered it on my finger tip and brought it to my painted lips, it tasted better than ever.My consideration was then brought back to the cage, now being fully soft I could try it on and after a little bit of trial and error, I brought the top down and with a. I did as instructed, walking up and down the bedroom floor then she told me to walk in front of her to the kitchen so she could ogle my arse wiggling. In the kitchen she had a bottle of Champagne on ice and opening it with some skill (I knew that a soft “pop” was better than a loud one) she poured us each a glass. “To my sexy lady-boy” she said, raising her glass in a toast “and to a night of fun”. At which point she kissed me hard on the mouth while pulling me close to her and squeezing my. He begins to thrust deep into my mouth going into my throat making me gag. Deeper and deeper he goes until I can feel his balls slapping my chin. He holds his dick in my throat starving me for air. I think I’m going to pass out, but then he withdraws and lets me catch a breath before he shoves back in all the way. He keeps repeating this process for what seems like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Finally he pulls out and I sigh in relief until he moves down to my pussy. He.