Yes I am into self-bondageand love to torture myself. Well, the next day I went out back and spotted somesmall and large anthills. I marked them with ... little flag on a short wire. Ithen set out to build a trap for my cock so I couldn?t get away too soon. Itook a 2x4 and cut two 12 inch long pieces and two 10-inch pieces. I nailedthem together to make a square. I then took a piece of ? inch plywood and layit on the 2x4 square and mark it. I then cut the piece of plywood and screw itto the 2x4.. I was able to push past the depression and tragicness of the death of my wife, and managed to get back on my feet. I got a new, better job, one where I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheeses for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I. He parted his lips from hers and slowly took the brassiere from the bed…..held each cup and took the end of each cup between his lips one by one and she could see the tip of each cup having got wet with his saliva. My Goodness!…what is he up to today. He came behind her and started putting the straps of brassiere on her arms and made her wear the brassiere.As the wet ends of the cups touched her nipples…she felt her nipples growing hard and a drop of her juice dropped between her thighs leaving. Always emailed'Ryan sniffed 'Fuck that. There aint no Gentleman in the world.''Maybe its just in my books'Ryan: Just forget him.'I guess so'As I turned I felt Ryans hand on my waist.Ryan: Do you know the best way to forget a prick like him?I shook my head.He reached his hand around and pulled my dressing gown open. I felt the cold air against my hips as he stripped it off me.'Ryan! What...'But before I could say a word he had me thrust over the kitchen table.Ryan: Shut the fuck up.He grabbed at.