“That’s quite the dilemma. So how long have you been wearing that chastity cage?”
“I used to keep track, being able to tell you how many months, weeks and days. Now all I say is over six months. I’ve accepted the fact that it’s permanent. Being a slave to women is my life anymore.”
After running out of things to talk about, he put his arms around me and kissed me passionately. It wasn’t my thing, but I had little choice. So, I reciprocated. That lasted for several minutes before he lay back on the bed and pulled me to his hard c**k. I had learned over the past few months and sucked him off. He was pleased.
Throughout the rest of the night he used my ass and mouth several times. We made out like teenagers parked in lover’s lane. Finally we curled up arm in arm and slept until mid-morning
