I lifted the icepack and looked down between my legs. To my horror, I found that my testicles were swollen to at least five times in size. Upon seeing...this, I insisted that Lance drive me to the hospital, "You'll be fine man, I've seen heaps of domestic disturbance cases, just keep ice on it." He didn't seem worried, but I was in a total state of panic.I forced myself to speak, "My fucking balls man! I could loose my balls! You gotta take me to the hospital! Please!!" he couldn't help but laugh. Everywhere she looked there were naked people having sex! Literally everywhere. There was 6 people having sex on a table together, a threesome happening on the floor at her side, people being fucked on chairs, standing, sitting, lying. Any position she knew and many more she was new to were being done in front of her. She was so shocked she could barely stammer. “I’ll get the phone but first… perhaps…would you like to stay?” WAS THIS WOMAN MAD?! Carry goes to politely decline but her eyes catch. I had a hard time not looking at her as I ran the duster around, moving and cleaning, my boner pushing into my shorts. As I did the coffee table she spread her legs apart, showing me her bare pussy, and then closed them again. I did the coffee table again and she did the same thing, giving me a wink.Once done I hauled out the vacuum and was about to turn it on when she stood up moved to the chair. I watched as she lifted her skirt, sat back, and put one leg over the arm of the chair. Her other. He’s going to come like fuck when he sees this. Walking into the kitchen I thought it was too early to open a bottle of wine. So lighting a cigarette I paced the kitchen floor in my ridiculously high heels and underwear when I heard the slamming of a car door. Looking out of my kitchen window I could see him locking his car door and heading to my front door. He looked a lot younger than his photograph, which made my pussy buzz with excitement. The intercom buzzed. I pressed the release button.