"We'll talk about this after I think about it some more Andrew, but in the mean time I want this crabby attitude of yours to stop. Understand?" I nodd...d my head yes and she went to the door, opened it, started to walk out, then stopped and turned to face me. "I'll bet you would be quite pretty all fixed up right Andrew", then she left! On that note I sank deeper into the chair, my foolish, angry outburst had let her in on my secret, leaving me open to ridicule and possibly worse from my father.. The feel and smell of the newspaper around my head gave me an instant hardon.”Bend over the bench.”I obeyed, my hardon pressing against the wood, my legs slightly spread apart.”Now, I will trap your balls in a Humbler. If you don’t know what it is, it is a wooden device that I will tighten around your ball sack trapping your balls behind your legs. It forces you to stay bent over. If you try to stand up it will rip off your testicles.”With that I felt her hand grabbing my balls roughly,. This is my story.At the age of 24 on a Thursday in July 2004, I married my current husband Peter. Since the household coffers chronically weak was filled, we opted for a honeymoon in the nearby Eifel. My husband got us at the Belgian border as a holiday house accommodation for f******n days. Upon our arrival turned out to be this holiday house as a weekend house lying in the forest. From the parking lot, ten kilometers from the nearest town was a small foot path that led to the house. This was. It wasn’t often I got to fuck an arsehole; it wasn’t something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful woman, my balls didn’t stand much of a chance. “You going to cum Brad?” she asked me over her gorgeous shoulder. “Are you going to cum in my bum?” “Yeah.” I managed to gasp. Sally suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy. “Tell me, Brad. Tell me when. I want to feel it pumping.