My face disappears behind your breasts as my tongue comes out once more, wanting more action. It sticks to your stomach and I begin to move it upwards..., gliding it slowly between your breasts. You moan loudly and I run my tongue on your neck and up your chin, finally settling on your lips as my tongue licks them from all directions. Instantly, I feel a hand on my shirt and I look up, my tongue sliding back in. I tilt my head in curiosity. You smile evilly and without speaking, flip your hands. She slapped my ass cheek and said that always makes me wet to do that. I asked how long do I have to wear this. She said until Sunday night. I put on a t shirt and started to pull on a pair of shorts but Andrea popped me. She said just keep the cage uncovered so I can see it. I felt strange walking around with my caged penis exposed but Andrea was enjoying it. She told me that seeing me helpless like that is making her hot and she couldn't wait to feel those thick cocks Saturday.By Saturday she. It screamed "I got good pussy". Something Ed never believed in. To him, all pussy was the same. At 38, he had many conquests understandably to believe so. Sure, some fucked better or got wetter, but none stood out as having good pussy. He and Antoinette had many discussions from politics and issues down to relationships and sex without being sexual. One night, Ed followed her home as she invited him over for a smoke if he agreed to roll which he did. For the 1st time it crossed his mind that. "Spit out that cork and open your eyes."Jane felt like she was in a nightmare as she turned helplessly to face the table, spitting the cork from her lips. When her eyes popped open and she saw the familiar faces of her friends and family now transformed into hideous, leering masks of lust, the reality of the situation suddenly hit home. This was really happening."Please..." she wailed, her body racked with sobs. "I don't understand..." Don't speak unless you're spoken to, bitch," Steve snapped..