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equipment.”
    “ Equipment?”
    “ You'll see. Follow me.”
    With his poised demeanor, Blackwell led her down the long, familiar hallway, with the vaulted ceiling and marble floors. He took her up a spiral staircase, to the second story of the mansion. Blackwell's study had always been off limits to her, and she knew that was where he spent most of his time.  Blackwell unlocked the door and led her inside.
    The study was a spacious room, with hundreds of books lining the wall. There was a plush couch that looked very comfortable, and several chairs. A fireplace was built into the wall, and there was a large desk in the corner that probably cost more than Melinda's yearly salary.
    “ Home sweet home,” Blackwell said. “Now, undress for me, if you don't mind. I want to see your magnificent curves in all their glory.”
    “ Everything?” Melinda asked.
    “ Everything.”
    She hesitated. After the latest debacle with Fred, she was a little worried about showing off her body. But Blackwell had requested. And he seemed genuine in his admiration of her. So, smiling, Melinda untied her apron, pulling it over her head. She unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, and slipped her skirt down over her legs, until she was standing there in her bra and panties. Blackwell nodded, and she pulled off those too. She stood before him completely naked. She tried to cover her breasts partially, but they were too large to be obscured by just her hands. She felt him examining her, studying her body, looking over her tits and pussy. Melinda had turned a bright shade of red, but Blackwell was staring at her, admiring, rubbing his hands together.
    “ Wow,” he said. “That's what a real woman looks like.”
    “ You really think so?” she asked.
    “ Of course,” Blackwell replied. “Step closer towards me. I have something to show you.”
    Puzzled, but naked and now feeling quite horny indeed, Melinda did as he commanded. Blackwell reached behind his desk, and pushed a button. To her astonishment, a compartment in the ceiling opened up, and a large metal cage began to lower down, until it finally settled on the hardwood floor of the study.
    “ What...what is that?”
    “ Just one of my many playthings. I had it custom built for me when this mansion was constructed.”
    He pressed another button on the desk, and the door to the cage swung open.
    “ Now, get inside, Melinda.”
    “ Okay...”
    She walked into the cage, feeling its confinement. The door swung closed, and she was trapped. She grabbed at the bars helplessly, like a convict in a prison movie. Blackwell came over until he was standing in front of her. He unzipped his pants, and within seconds his stiff, gigantic cock was hanging out. Melinda goggled at it, unable to believe the size.
    “ I want you to suck me off,” Blackwell said, in a commanding tone. “On your knees. That's a good girl.”
    Melinda, only too happy to oblige, got down on her knees, a cramped position in the small cage. Blackwell stuck his thing through the bars, and she eagerly closed her mouth around it, beginning to suck in small, teasing motions. She played her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping at it, getting it nice and slick with her saliva. Blackwell was excited, and stuck his throbbing member even deeper down his throat. Melinda gripped the sides of the cage and sucked even harder, feeling his cock tickling the back of her throat, her ample breasts jiggled as she sputtered and gagged on his rod.
    “ That's it,” Blackwell said. “Right there.”
    With her free hand, she juggled his balls, giving them gentle squeezes, making sure every inch of his billion-dollar cock was feeling insane pleasure. Blackwell stuck himself even deeper down her throat, and she didn't know how much more she'd be able to handle. She bobbed up and down on her heels, taking him as far as she could down her throat, wanting to feel his hot load sliding down into her belly. But she knew it wasn't time for that yet.