Everyone else thought her predilection for fishnets was just a quirk. Only she knew it was a cage, his cage. No touching inside the cage without his supervision.
She could just tear it off, rip a hole, reach inside. But then she’d fail inspection, and he’d know. He always fucking knew.
So back to her breasts it was. At least it wasn’t the fishnet body stocking, this time.

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