I sucked my way back up to his tip and slowly increased my pace, getting back to my regular bobbing speed, keeping a tight ring around his shaft with ...my forefinger and thumb for his benefit. Almost four minutes in I heard a knock on the wall, standard glory hole etiquette for when you’re about to cum. With his condom on it didn’t really matter, but it was still polite. I sucked harder and slid my mouth up and down his shaft faster until I felt his cock twitch and pulse in my mouth, shooting. ”She blushed and assured me that things were perfectly well. I looked at her shirt, which read “Tori” on the front and asked if that was her name. She laughed and said, “No, I am Amy, I just liked the shirt.”I asked how often she worked at the store.“Every day, from three to eleven,” she replied. I spied some chicken wings in a warmer and asked how much they cost. I was trying desperately to find a way to keep the conversation going.“Four for three dollars,” she dutifully replied.“I’ll take. I called her in, "Missy, I did it. Now what?" Take your panties off. Put your wrists up in the leg irons. I hadyou lock the leg irons there, not the handcuffs, since I want youto be able to cuff yourself in place."I did. Reluctantly. I was afraid of her, really. "Why do I have tocuff myself? What did I do now?" I want you cuffed while I put this chastity cage on you; I wantyou to feel the humiliation of cuffing yourself for your wife, thehumiliation of making yourself helpless for the one you. She did not understand how I could watch her have sex and not get mad or jealous. I explained to her that because I loved her so much, my love ran so deep, that to see her having great pleasure was very exciting. That at first it did hurt, but watching her enjoy herself, was something that ran deep and took over. It wasn’t until she experienced something similar that she started to understand. “Wow,” she really took her sexuality to new heights. A little over a year ago, after having several.