Carrie grinned, her eyes a little unfocused, maybe from lust, maybe from wine. “And she would know. She’s f****d both you and her husband. She might even know your little boy parts better than me.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea…” Bryan said, trying to wiggle out of the situation. Oddly, when it had been Jerry’s moment of truth to wear the cage, which he had proposed to me, he had wanted to back out at the last second and I insisted we press forward. My sister-in-c**k made me proud.
Carrie stood up and nearly screamed at Bryan. “You’re going to drop your pants and you’re going to f*****g wear this, Bryan, until I say you’re done with it.” She brandished the cage in her right hand and showed the back of her left hand to him. “Or, God help me, I will take off this f*****g ring and shov
