The itching ramped up from minor irritation to persistent problem, and then swiftly passed through to being an insufferable issue as Sasha tried to so...the it with increasing desperation. The itch wasn’t going away though, and Sasha realised in complete defeat that the bra was the sole cause of the unbearable sensation. Sasha stood up straight, stared at Tara with a venomous glare, gave up scratching, and decided that she’d make one last stand in front of her arch-nemesis. Whether Tara had been. It was worth a try!And try I did. I bought a bag of the long, slender kind of balloon and filled one to about the size I wanted, and then put it in the freezer. When I checked it the next day, I found to my surprise that it had gotten bigger. Of course! Ice expands as it forms! After a few more experiments, I found the proper amount to fill the balloon to produce the dimensions I wanted. I called my new toy the "Cocksicle" and made several of them.I began to play with these toys on a regular. ”“You’re a liar,” he exclaimed to me. “We both know that you did it on purpose and that you love it.”“Oh, you don’t love it? Do you want me to stop?”“Fuck no! I want you to do it again so I can appreciate it.” He paused. “In fact, I’m going to find some excuse to walk over there so I can appreciate his view.”He did exactly that and our eyes locked in a lusty stare as I repeated the performance. By now, I was forgetting about trying to see if he could handle me in one of my moods and was letting. Months went by and getting the evil eye every time I brought up the idea of seeing her with another guy. But I really began laying it on thick as my birthday approached. I flat-out told her that if there was anything I'd want for my birthday, she'd know what it was and nothing would make me happier. She seemed to ignore every word. It all started on the morning of my birthday. I was going to find out if all the persistent hinting would pay off. The day started uneventfully as I dressed and got.