"Eve," she said, she always called him Eve these days."The ones you see advertised are gross. They look to be heavy andextremely uncomfortable. And an...yway, if one really wanted to remove onewithout the key then an angle-grinder would do the job." They discussedwhat the perfect chastity belt would be like. They agreed that it wouldbe light, easy to remove with the key, but difficult without. "You justneed to introduce a delay whilst looking for a hacksaw or bolt-cutters orthe like. Also, the key. " Uh, uh" I said, my face still buried in her wet quim.I spent another couple of minutes reaming out her cunt and licking up all the fresh juices. Then I clamped my mouth over the area around her clit and sucked the little organ into my mouth. Gently I started teasing it and vacuuming it and was rewarded after another few moments when she again clamped onto me and quaked through a second climax, hissing "Oh, yesssss, honey, I'm cumming... cumming... cumming!" Right at the end, it turned into a. Release. Release everything. Everything you’ve held back. You are safe. I've got you." And I do, and you do too. A cathartic tidal wave of orgasmic squirt, wetting everything beneath you. Palpable emotion, from letting me in, present in every breath. One wave crashes as the next crescendos. Like a surfer's perfect set, your cries become a harmonious rhythm with your most intimate self. It seems as though it may never end, and we both wonder if it should. But the tide does subside, just enough,. ” She squinted at the window. “You need some blackout curtains in here.”I rolled over to face her. “I don’t usually sleep in.”Jo lay down on her side, her face a foot from mine. “This is nicewaking up next to you.”I caressed her hair with my hand. “This is wonderful, waking up next to you, Jo.”She smiled, and closed her eyes as I touched her hair and face. “That’s so good, Gil. I always thought that having a guy touch me would be weird.”“It’s different with your fiancé.”“Yes, it is.” She rolled.