.. or at least protect my crotch against closeinspection.On Friday before the game, a large package arrived for Ms. Underbust.She opened it in her roo...m and called me in."Yes, ma'am?" Curtsy."I have a present for you. It won't delight you, but it will protectyou." Thank you, ma'am." I looked in the box and saw a device made ofstainless steel and various synthetics. I picked it up and turned itover in my hands until I figured out what it was: a female chastitybelt.I gave my mistress a perplexed. Beginning a hot shower, she washed her hair and felt rejuvenated when she stepped out of it, her skin glistening with baby oil. The curls fell fully around her face and hit the middle of her back. She stepped her long legs into a pair of striped pull-on shorts and put on a white tank top. Applying a small amount of Vaseline on her lips with her finger, she strode past the hostage and sat beside Mr. Johan. Mr. Darcy hopped onto her lap and she stroked her fur and waited for Mr. Johan to tell her. A man like me . . . ahhhh yeah Brian . . . man like me has needs . . . Yeah . . ," he crooned "We need it, Brian. We need it." After a prolonged pause he continued. "Maybe your mama doesn't suck, but I'll bet you do. Bet you're good at it. Bet your mouth would feel good as pussy right about now. Maybe better. Hell yeah, maybe better." Like falling bricks, it struck Brian. Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better "girlfriend". Maybe Sig would want to fuck him more than. “I am going to take pictures of you tonight before we split up and keep them with me over the summer. That way I won’t forget you.”She smiled at me. “You want to take pictures of me? Like what?”“Well, high heels at one end, and a smile at the other. The middle is kind of optional.”“Carling!” she said with a blushing smile.“Oh, all right. A fellow can dream, can’t he?”I simply waggled my eyebrows at her, and she blushed some more. I opened the box up and showed her how to load a film pack, and.