“Mommy, my sleepy time’s done. I’m hungry,” says Leeann’s son Ben, through the door.Leeann and Ashley freeze for a second or two, not knowin... if they locked the door. It reality jolts them.Leeann says, “Honey, I will be out soon to fix you something. Just go watch TV and Mommy and Ashley will be out soon.”They both are blushing, worrying what would happen if Ben had walked in. They were feeling guilty, not about what they had done, but that their children could have seen them. But they breathe. Mostly, she thought, it was the guy. If she had come to the house to sell girl scout cookies and he had invited her into the kitchen, talked to her, and then started to unbutton her dress, such was his force that she thought she might have just let him. Unbelievable. It was not love at first sight, not lust, not at that moment even the money, much. He was going to spend the day fucking her senseless, and that was how it was going to be.The last button came undone and he pulled the dress down. Shawna spoke up and said, “D, I was the one that wiped the table off, it’s my fault not hers.” “Nice try. But it’s Stephanie’s job to assure that things are spic and span around here. It’s no excuse. To the room, young lady, ” I ordered. Stephanie walked into the house and as we passed into the living room I cast a look over toward my chair. “Halt,” I said and walked over to the area I was looking at. I looked at the floor and there was a spot where the girls had left remnants of their tryst on. Demeaning. Even torturous.One of the last stages of our physical development involved gettingfitted for our "clitty cages." Our hormone regimen had shrunk our formerpenises and testicles down to a pathetically tiny size. Once that finalsize was reached, we were ready to be encased permanently.The technician who interviewed me for my cage setup and design... why didhe irk me so much? Maybe it was his smugness--the fact that he clearlythought of himself as better than me. Maybe it was his name..