She sat on her unmade, swaybacked bed and looked at me, the empty glass between her knees. She dumped the shawl behind her and fluffed out her dark ha...ir. Her bulging breasts stretched the tight dress's low-cut bodice. It obviously had been a good dress at one time."How you been?" she asked, arching an eyebrow."Busy," I said, looking at her. She was more than dirty, her hair was oily and her fingernails black. She looked years older and worried, with lines across her forehead and beside her. ” shesaid. Not that little shit, I thought! “So, I thought maybe I’d…you know…try masterbation first to seeif I liked it.” Jacklyn said, looking down. “And you need to know how?”I asked. “Uh huh.” she said hopefully, glancing up at me, happy that shehad managed to get me to say it without her actually asking. “Jeez, Idonno…” I faltered. “well…you just kinda rub it.” I continued,. It's not the act of locking me up, but the continues small acts of reminding her that I adore her and that I support her indulging her selfish desires. In thanking her every time she lets me hold her and caress her body while she uses the magic wand to tease out an orgasm. Her hand squeezing mine as she rocks in waves of pleasure and kisses me goodnight without worrying anymore that I need her attention. We have talked about her cuckolding me, but after talking about the fantasy for a long. Gathering my laptop and a file folder of papers I opened the car door and got out, almost running to the front door of the house. I bound up the steps and reaching out I grabbed and turned the doorknob in one motion, stepping quickly into our front porch.We lived in a split entry type house and from the front door a short set of stairs led upstairs and another short set led down into our basement. The upstairs was very open and someone at the front door could see most of the kitchen and dining.