After about six months moping about the house, she decided that shewanted to do something with her spare time, and her husband Frank tookher to an Ope... Day at a local Adult Education Centre. Loads of localclubs and associations had stands there: knitting, basket weaving,machine knitting, more knitting, allotment gardening, local history, linedancing - that wasn't a success with her ankle - did I say she tried allof them? Then there was literary criticism, a writers' guild,watercolouring, the. And told her to sneak over someday and I'd log on and show her all she'd ever want to know about the subject and that it's nothing to be freaked out about in the least. Having her full attention now she said " I will come over and talk with you" But please oh please never tell anyone about it. Well my promises issued I then said "So did you get that little belly all bloated up by him?" She was looking straight at me and shivered all over like a earthquake and said after a brief pause ". She didn’t even bother closing the door on the way out, leaving it half shut. I did however hear the words ‘Fucking loser.’ as she walked out. In that one split second, I knew it was over. I rolled back over once she’d left, I looked down the hall. My heart, like a dropped glass, shattered as I saw what she was doing. The man had pulled down his pants to show what he’d been hiding… but it was weird? Her reaction was one of amazement yet he was no bigger than I, he appeared no thicker than I, in. After a few more kicks, I seemed to get a small breather. I felt a thin cord being wrapped around my balls and I could imagine them turning blue. A lash burned into my cock, sending me screaming into the gag again. Then someone yanked the cord off my balls, spinning them like a helicopter and causing me extreme pain. Nails again dug into my cock while a parachute collar was attached to my balls. They were tugged into the air by a ten-pound weight and they felt like they would pull right.