“Were you planning on going to the game tonight without these on?” Becca asked. “Is there something wrong with that?” Karissa wondered. “Y...ou're not experienced enough to try stuff like that,” Becca told her. “Trust me.” “Don't worry,” she replied. “I won't do anything foolish at the game. Not yet anyway.” “Are you sure you haven't seen my boyfriend?” Becca asked. “He didn't stop by here at all?” “Nope,” Karissa lied, as she stood up. “I don't think you need to worry. I'm sure he'll. Mr. Sutter fought with them. And gave me his shirt." Poor Christie was sitting in little more than my ripped bloody t shirt, pulling it to her for security and what little modesty it provided. "I need to take a shower." Go ahead. And they never got, you know....?" No Mom. He came in time. I'm still..." Go ahead. Take your shower." When she left Ms. Carson asked if I needed something for my side."Yes, if you have something to clean it and a bandage. It would be easier than trying to find. Another partition pinned me down inside the box at my hips and wrists, as mentioned., creating a larger compartment that isolated and framed my torso perfectly. 3 more partitions ensured my total immobility inside this prison. One held my thighs slightly spread, framing my helpless body from the waist down to mid-thigh, accenting my wiggling hands that had been encased inside the small inflatable latex balloons, my locked cock, throbbing and twitching inside it's pink chastity cage, and the. I’m a man, & This is a man's cock. I can fuck for a long time and I can cum several times. Are you willing to be a slave to my cock until it’s satisfied?" Yes Mr. Roberts, I am willing," she said with her eyes closed as I rolled her face around on my cock. This was so erotic. We were both fully clothed and I was using her face to massage my cock. I wanted everything to last so I continued forcing her face against my cock, letting the heat and hardness press against her.I pulled her up by her.