She shivered at the sight and felt the beginning of a slow, deep, delicious ache between her legs. An ache she'd only felt with men in this state and ...n no other - the unending silence and stillness.The perfect juxtaposition that made her few moments with them delicious: her self-awareness, her body warm and receptive to touch, their loss of awareness, their bodies cold and numb, her body capable of movement and manipulation, their bodies compliant, immobile and vulnerable. Vulnerable as calves. I didn't remember turning it on, but I didn't think much about it. Then, as I got to about the middle of the room my aunt walked in, completely nude, drying her hair with a towel after just getting out of the shower. I was embarrassed and surprised, and my cock instantly became erect. Instead of trying to hide herself, she just smiled at me. As she towel-dried her hair her tits shook vigorously. Her nipples were hard and they stuck out from her soft, milk- filled melons. She removed the towel. She took a blonde wig and large stilettos from the draw, and two other objects. After placing the wig on the hanger and the shoes beneath it, the women all smiled smugly at each other as Elaine made ready to display the two objects with a very victorious look on her face. With deliberation she placed the two objects on a side table. The first was what looked like a transparent penis in flaccid mode, with a tiny padlock. I gulped visibly and much to the delight of the women as it dawned on. Everything is wobbly and when you take a step, you might go too far, or too little, to keep things in balance.Then there was the pain. Eight operations, with all the associated tissue damage, reconstruction, and flayed nerves, made using any muscles in my legs agony. It wasn’t the sharp kind of pain that had, at one time, made me see stars. Rather it was like my whole leg was screaming, “Stop that! Don’t do that!” It didn’t matter if I was standing, between the parallel bars, trying to walk, or.