That notion bumped her arousal into the next gear. He just watched and then continued doing the chores. xxx18 He turned around. Sir wiped his finger clean at the edge of her blanket. ‘Sir please. Naked. Bars were pushing in her back, her knees butterflied to the sides and her foot slipped through the bars outside the cage. If he hadn’t locked her in, she could’ve quickly vacuumed the living room, she could’ve tidied up, and prepare them lunch. Sir wiped his finger clean at the edge of her blanket. A very arousing kind of torture that she had to admit. That notion bumped her arousal into the next gear. It was as if she was floating. ‘Is my baby so horny?’
‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Poor little thing.




















