Goddess and Angel both laugh delightfully at my c**k-gagged goggle. Then they slam shut the cage, lock it, and return to bed. They cuddle up to kiss, caress, and continue to make love right in front of me: that first come to incredible life. As I watch them, jealously, arousal, discomfort, humiliation, trepidation and mad anticipation torment me in a never-ending, constantly climbing emotional spiral. Certain that sleep will be a stranger to me despite the terribly debilitating days just passed, I rattle my shackles, suck on my Goddess’ c**k, and whimper the night away, unable to tear my gaze from the pernicious present before me and the fantastic future that awaits.
