"Oh baby, fuck me!" He shakes his head, standing up. His hard cock was at least eight inches long! I gulp nervously, kneeling on the floor in front o...f him. "It's okay, baby. Just do the best you can." I nod, licking the tip of his dick gently. He groaned, placing his hands at the back of my head, gradually pushing me down. My tongue circles around his shaft, then I start to bob my head up and down. "Oh, yeah! Suck that cock!" I fondle his balls, feeling them tighten. I know he's close. I. I told her no. She probably never heard that one before...Ever seen the movie "40 days and 40 nights"? The one about the guy who takes a pledge of chastity for 40 days, then of course all of a sudden he realizes that he's constantly surrounded by hot women who want him for sex. Well my story isn't that one, but well, it has it's similarities. My chastity is enforced. Enforced by the everpresent cb-2000 device placed on me by Nicole. I knew the deal. I could ask her to take it off and of course. He was the perfect gentleman from there on out. She knew she wanted sex at some point but told herself it would come in time. Finally, a month later, it happened, and they weren’t even at home. He’d taken her on a small weekend cruise, alone, and surprised her with something unexpected. “I want you to know something, Shelly. I’ve thought about this and,” and he went on to tell her a couple other things. “But,” and he finally got down on one knee. She could not believe it. “will you marry me?. Layla quickly made up an excuse to leave to find her, right now she needed a friend. She stood in front of the mirror months later, tears in her eyes on her wedding day and her heart lay in her chest, broken. Layla, looking radiant in her gown of white and the lace of her veil as it framed her hair and face. Elizabeth walked up behind her, putting her hands on Layla’s shoulders, she was clad in shimmering silver satin with an elegant upsweep of her hair. ‘If it’s any consolation you look.