“You’re not getting off that easy, Husband-in-Training,” she warned me. “You’re getting spoiled whether you like it or not. Don’t be surpr...ised if I come back with something else for you.”I chuckled. “You spoil me every time you smile,” I assured her.“I’m hanging up before you make me cry again. I’ll talk to you after you get your mystery gift. Just ... you ... wait!” she warned me and then hung up.I chuckled and Mom came out of the kitchen with a sandwich and a bottle of Coke for me. “What was. “All right,” she said.He stood, holding the orange juice while she forked eggs into her mouth. She picked up a piece of bacon and bit it with repeated tiny bites until the whole piece was in her mouth. She chewed industriously. Putting the fork on her plate, she reached for the orange juice, taking a sip and then handing it back to him as if he were a servant.Within a minute her plate was clean and she’d polished off the orange juice. She handed the plate and glass back to Bob.“Thank you,” she. "See you at 5:00 " my mom said, and with that I knew Barbra was coming over. After what seemed like forever we went to the cashier. My mom only had a few things and Barbra had a cart full of things.My mother said if she needed help, but she had to drive so she asked me if I'd help Barbra and I said yes. When Barbra paid we went to her car (Honda Pilot). I helped her pack the grossry, then hoped in the car. We drove out, the radio was on, as we drove I noticed the outline if Barbra's pussy. I. Again---that curious mixture of sexual excitement and longing, as well as the long, drawn-out observance of 'chastity!' It was definitely tied in to a strong S&M streak! I suppose he felt 'better' because he'd suffered for all those days and nights of wanting an orgasm, but refusing to allow that to occur...that is, until some internal voice said other wise.He handed me the key to the small padlock on his cage, and I unfastened it. Then I remove the other pieces of the CB 6000, and laid them on.