I grab some lotion and soon have the Birdlock on, "sit on the bed" she says.She walks over and puts the lock through the pin and snaps it closed."Good... that's better?" she said. The next morning I drop her off at the airport, "you be a good boy while mommy’s gone".So I'm home alone for 15-16 days, balls drained, all is good.I stayed busy, had a few beers and worked on her list of chores.I wasn't used to sleeping alone, when on the 4th day I awoke about 1am with intense pain.My penis was semi. “Listen bitch,” hissed the man on her left into her ear. His voice then dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I’m suppose to stick you with this needle and if you continue this shit I will inject the d**gs,” he said. “Be still, listen and I won’t knock you out. You have to appear d**gged. This is all I can do.” Jean felt a needle prick her shoulder and then withdraw. She relaxed as much as she could and sank deeper into the cushion, rolling her head on the massive thigh of the man on her left. She. I have been married for last 6 yrs now. My husband is in Imports and keeps travelling across the globe. He bought me different types of inner wears. He keeps buying it for me from every place he visits.This has helped me build a great collection of sexiest intimate and innerwear that you can imagine. Though we have a very loving and satisfying relationship, there are times I find my sexual urge unsatisfied due to his long periods of unavailability.It was a sunny afternoon and I was driving home. The ceiling must have been at least 16m above us, and the room was at the very least 40m across. It was shaped like a spherical cap. We looked up at the ceiling. It was smothered in crystals. They were very bright, as was the room.We approached the dais in the centre. We knew most of the other transporter rings here, were about 3m in diameter, but this one was closer to 5m in diameter. Back closer to the rounded walls were the six curved bunged pits that contained slow bubbling lava. The room.