“Please, pull over when you get a chance.” I said.
“The next rest area is a few miles up the road.”
“Okay, that sounds good.”
Once we arrived at the rest area Micah pulled over. “What’s up?”
“You.”
“Me?”
I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans and asked, “Do you believe in mercy?”
“Yes, I do.” he replied not knowing for sure where the conversation was going but his fantasies were excited.
I smiled while I held him. “Your colleague mentioned she uses a c**k cage on her husband.”
“Oh, the chastity device.”
“Yes.”
“Hm.” Micah said, feeling my gaze. “Is that what you and Dr. Sheila Chasteté talked about?” He asked in an exaggerated French accent of Sheila’s surname.
“That was just one of the many things she and I shared.” I chuckled as I heard him pronounce Sheila’s surname.
“You’
