...and if that wasn't enough, when I had to go to the bathroom I had to squat on the toilet like a girl so I could pee. Since my small dick doesn't a...ways fill up the chastity tube, my pee sprays everywhere like a girl. Finally my wife arrived home from work. After she had been home for a while, my wife came to me and attached a leash to the lock of my chastity device. Then she yanked on the leash and said "Upstairs now Bitch!" I jumped up as quick as I could and followed her into the. ”“We’re going to do better,” Bree said. “Just wait till next weekend.”“That’s great, guys,” I said. “I’m glad the fundraising is going well. We need a gauge out here that shows how much we’ve raised.”“Good idea,” Eric said. “By the way, you guys looked great up there. It was almost like you were choreographed to the music.”“Speaking of which, I need to sling some more paint. It’s a good day.” I climbed onto my lift, started the music and went back to painting. I’m not sure when the other. After I have switched breasts and she is content with that, for a while, Jennifer slides forward and presents me with her private area for an oral inspection. She has shaved it into a perfect rectangle, so that none would show out of her various suit bottoms. I begin by licking the clitoris and massaging her buttocks with my hands. She is enjoying this and letting me know verbally. Soon my tongue moves to the wide opening and she slowly thrusts forward and backward getting all that she wants. She held me until I had cried it all out. Then she looked at me and smiled gently."Cindi?" She asked, unnecessarily. She didn't mean who I had slept with; she and the whole world knew about that, thanks to Samantha. She meant who I felt guilty about. I nodded. She kissed me softly. "Good. You needed to get that cry out." First of all," she told me, "you don't have any need to feel guilty about Cindi. She was upset, and more importantly, saw you were upset and took the opportunity to help you..