Diane wouldnot have taken me out to Dairy Queen. This evening's chores entailed mychanging the polish of Ms. Diane's pedicure, and serving her orally... whiledoing so.Ms. Diane parked in the driveway, and motioned me to her. As I got to herside of the car she unceremoniously unzipped my pants, reached in andpulled out my chastised penis. Taking a pink leash from her purse, sheattached it to the end of the chastity tube and proudly led me into thehouse and upstairs to our bedroom. Once there. Making sure to tuckher arms against her sides she was surprised to feel an emptiness ather elbows where they had been resting against her waist before."Now Marcy I want you to thand thtill while I help you get drethed. Athyou might have noticed that corthet maketh it hard to move a whole lot.Ath a rethult it'th only pothible to wear one if you have help to putit on and to put on the retht of your outfit. If you dreth up aloneit'th best to thtick to your garter girdleth, but don't worry I. When she leaned over to plead with me, I noticed that she had blue eyes and was not shy in the breast department. The only thing she had with her was a small purse and some type of gym bag. “Did you have a car accident?” I asked. “No, no, it’s much worse than that. Can I get in your car? They are looking for me,” she pleaded. I made a snap decision that I knew was going to be a terrible mistake—my life was a series of snap decisions that always seemed to go sour. Nevertheless, whether it was. "Just think about Chastity, Dave. Think about all the things you watch on your computer when you think nobody's looking. You *do* want to come, and join us, don't you, Dave." It wasn't a question. I didn't want to think about *those* websites. I didn't even care how Dorothy knew about them. I just needed to come. All I could focus on was Chastity's body sucking and milking me, and how I needed to give her everything backed up inside my aching balls. I moaned and grunted - I don't even know if.