Let's fast-forward to the Monday after graduation day. My earnest search began for that one sexy seductress cougar , who would give me a fetish for fu...king and dating various older women until this present day. Now don't get it twisted y'all I had plenty of young ladies to date and have many good sexual encounters with, but my current lust was for more experienced pussy. A cougar who could use her mature pussy to milk my BBC empty of my hot cumloads, then have enough energy leftover for several. My wife was already up, and I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. Stirring from the bed, I heard a clicking sound from under the sheets. Looking down at my crotch, I saw the chastity cage and it all came back to me in a rush. Had last night really happened? Yes. Yes it had.I got out of bed and began to walk to the bathroom. My asshole was sore. And loose. I started to lift the toilet lid to pee then thought better of it. I lowered it and sat down. Afterwards, I took a shower. It felt. When he was done he disappeared for about 10 minutes then came back. He took off my mitts and left the room. This was a bit odd because normally he would have sex with me. I was feeling a bit claustrophobic so I took off the ball gag and reached to the top of my head to unzip the catsuit...but the zipper didn't move. I went into the bathroom to take a look in the double mirror and noticed he had soldered the zipper shut. I was very angry now. I really was about to take a pair of scissors to the. ’ ‘Wouldn’t it be easy just to say….?’ ‘DON’T,’ the assistant cut him off, ‘say it. He doesn’t need to go into another fit tonight.’ Matt shrugged his shoulders as the assistant rang up the order. He looked around the room and took note of a group of women nursing their alcoholic drinks. Some were sending looks his way, but none warranted a closer inspection. Two guys were sitting at a table in front of a big-screen TV. They were watching the news, drinking tea, and reading the newspaper at the.