They knew what would happen. Maybe nothing. Maybe I’d lose my hand.Or die.I drew in a deep breath and pushed my hand into the hole. My stomach curdl...d. My right hand clenched. Sweat dripped down my brow as I pushed—Pain exploded in my hand.I snarled, my knees buckling at the agony that engulfed my hand. Flames burned through every finger. I gasped through clenched teeth. The pain blazed down my arm. An intense torment. Pure torture.In my mind’s eye, I could see my hand burning. The skin. It was easy for her to indulge her new husband's preference because she already enjoyed wearing hosiery as part the very feminine girly girl persona she already projectedRoger's wife knew from how often he caressed and stroked her nylon clad legs that he loved the way her hosiery felt to touch. She would tingle with electric arousal herself when he lightly traced his fingers and hands along the length of her sleek nylon clad legs. Shortly after they started dating, Roger introduced his new. This was typical mapping.When we entered i can see my male cousins looking deep into my mom’s and my sister’s clothes, this is usual in weddings and have to be ignored, what can one do if she is beautiful everyone with a dick wants her, now everyone went to their own groups, as mom and sis went with the ladies inside the rooms where they would play drum and sing wedding songs and chit chat with each other and i went with my cousins and we all went to hang out in the fields and roaming around in. This is my second story here on ISS. For those who don’t know, I am 25 years old and happily live with my small family. For my previous story, please click on my name above and read the first one. Getting back here, this is a continuation of the events that happened after the first one.As mentioned in the last story, my wife Disha(name changed) had sex with a stranger from Himachal Pradesh named Aditya to fulfill my fantasy of seeing her have fun with someone else. After this incident some days.