“It’s called a sounding rod,” she replied, “it is hollow and slides down the eye of your cock then vibrates, when you cum your spunk shoots up...the centre of the rod, do you see the wire under him?”I said l did,“That’s another vibratory up his arse,” she said, “we used to have competitions to see who shot their spunk the furthest, the winner got to spend the night with the woman of his choice and she had to do anything he wanted. I loved it if Arthur won, he always picked me.”“It looks like. It happened to me some ten years ago when my wife, Liz 52, had two bouts of cancer that luckily she survived, but the drugs she had to take gave her a zero libido. She also got fatter and lost self-esteem, and maybe as a result also developed type 2 diabetes. We didn't have sex for about three years, and I was reduced to masturbating to relieve my natural urges. This helped, but of course I missed the intimacy that intercourse brings. Just occasionally, it was like she took pity on me, and. I hear the jingle of keys. "You want up for a bit?" he says with an evil tone. I nod and say nothing even knowing I could answer him seeing I am no longer gagged. "I will let you up, however, it's only to use the restroom and then you are back here. Do not try anything funny." He says while he is unlocking my left ankle. I feel him pull it over to the right one and secure a piece of chain between them. It's about a foot long. Now I can take steps but could not run. I feel like a kidnap victim. That was noticeable as she wolfed down her food, and I even bought her a to-go plate for her ‘friend’. It was when she was complimenting the GV80 SUV that I went with my play.“Olivia, I have an idea, if you’re willing to listen.” She smirked and eyed me, replying, “Umm…OK.”“Look, I was at the restaurant the other night, and I heard that you were on hard times. In addition to I think your car, you likely have school in the fall too, right?”She rolled her eyes and grunted an “Ugh.” Then looked.