He had told her that it sounded wild but he wasn’t sure he could control himself when it came to touching himself. She had then produced the cage, a...contraption made of metal and plexiglass that would encase his cock and keep it from getting erect.They had tried it on that night and she made him wear it for a week before the party. By the time the night of the party had arrived they had purposely not had sex since he had put the cage on. Correction he hadn’t cum since then but he had been. ”Saying this she came very close, placed her hands on my collar, and stroked her fingers downwards before resting on the topmost of my shirt button. I gulped as she began unbuttoning my shirt while my hard dick began swelling again; the feel of my fingers on me was taking over me as I could feel blood flowing fast all over my body. She easily relieved me from the shirt and stared at my bare chest with a peculiar smile.“You seem to have improved,” She admired. “Come to Chennai, I can fix you up. We did it in the kitchen. On the counter.”“Wow, I’m sort of impressed. And it was all over by the time we saw you.”“Well, if I’m honest, it was all over for me. I’m not sure Kat got as much out of it as I did, if you know what I mean.”I was still trying to judge how much I should say.“Maybe Simon has been able to make sure she doesn’t feel left out,” I suggested.“I don’t know Simon that well, but he seemed pretty drunk and ready to sleep, so I doubt if he’s good for much else. I hope Kat. You know? The one you guys spooked yesterday morning. He needs to know if the gooseberries over on the east slope are ripe, or are the cattails ready. He needs to be a genius when it comes to his home turf.”“Now it isn’t quite hunting season, so he probably had to jump the gun a little and pack the kids, his wife and mother in law off to the cousins two ridgelines over to the north. The hunting season that worries him is our hunting season. His hunting season is year-round. But he knows that,.