It was his treacherous body that betrayed him ever since he had the stroke."I, I, you, you ... aargh." He shrugged his arm away from her grasp and shu...fled with as much wounded dignity as he could muster back up the steps.His useless left arm flopped like a broken thing. His left leg dragged a bit as he navigated the steps that, although they looked the same height felt twice as high. His feet felt like he had five-pound weights on them. Yet his mind didn't feel old at all. His goddamned body. I'd certainly felt freer and happier than in the yearsthat followed, and how I felt now in prison. Neither me or my cock wasfree at the moment. "It was nice to be back there; nice to feel free." Yes," Miss Stevens acknowledged. "I can't imagine you feel very free atthe moment, being in prison, do you Josh?" I shook my head."No, or with this chastity cage on, Miss Stevens," I mewled pathetically."I know," Miss Stevens sighed, reaching over the desk and softly strokingmy shoulder. "But both. The change in Alex over the last couple ofmonth's had been dramatic, and somewhat of a roller-coaster. Myrelationship with George had been unstable, while with Melissa we werenow un-separable, their was direct hatred between me and Amanda and withDebbie I felt that I had a friend for life, someone that I could alwayshave fun with, someone I could always talk to, and someone who wouldalways listen.I was not sure what I wanted I knew what I didn't want and that was forAmanda to marry George and. I knew. I felt like he had something planned special. I put the camera on the computer on directed at the bed. It recorded with a black screen. It was 7:48am and the door bell rang I could hear it but it didn't take them long before he had my girlfriend Gina on the bed. She wore a long coat and crouch less panties with nipple cut out undies. She was extra ready. She begged him to come in the room. He was on the phone with me for a while. He told me he was going back to bed then the.