She was facing the wall. After the guard left the room Jennifer twisted a little and found that there was enough slack in the rings so that she could ...urn part way around and examine the room. The far side of the room held several upper and lower cabinets. Filled with more equipment to use on her she guessed. The wall opposite the door had various whips and other things hanging from hooks. She had little doubt that most were going to be painful. The wall that she was chained to was simple. She had a riding horse and a big dog.The next Saturday when I collected I was treated to even more of her lovely breasts. The top of her robe was open enough that I could see the tops of nipples even before she reached down for her purse. I could see her navel and a line of dark curly hair beneath it.Needless to say , I once again ducked into the garage and released my sperm. This time, all shot onto the top of the dirty clothes in the basket beside the washing machine.when I looked at the. But we didn’t try to make a baby!”“You can’t! They cut you!”It just got weirder and weirder, but that was the norm. Now I was going to discuss my vasectomy with Jesse. Again.“I think we need to change the words you use, Jesse.”“Why?”“Because making babies and kissing are not the same things. Mom One told you about making babies when I had my operation, right?”Jennifer had decided that because I wasn’t going to try to hide the fact that I was having minor surgery, she needed to make sure Jesse. My husband was very active sexually. When were young we used to have sex every day. After he crossed 35 we used to have it at least twice a week. The day before his hospital admission for his last illness we had sex. He was in fact very vigorous that day. Now for three years I am suffering abstinence. Every night my son and his wife drive me to bursting point. Like his father he has it every night. My keen ears can hear the rhythmic creaking of the cot, and following that the sound of water.