Now my scrotum hangs nearly six inches below my worthless pecker. Though my testicles are still only the size of robin’s eggs, my loosened sack allo...s for the incredible swelling that my wife likes to create every few weeks. She especially likes to give me a case of blue balls before beginning a full frontal assault. It’s not unusual for me to be sent to bed with my nuts swollen to the size of chicken eggs, my face covered in tears, still whimpering like a c***d.Blinded by Lebron’s nutsack, my. When I come in the kitchen for some water that afternoon, Beth was just puttin' a cake in the oven. She looked at me n' said, "Lordy, you look like you've been through a war and lost. Get yourself in the bathtub and wash all that grime off yourself. I'll bring down some fresh clothes." Well I still got some work to do." I've got something else in mind. Now, get yourself cleaned up."The tone of her voice didn't brook no arguments.I was so tired, I nodded off to sleep two or three times sittin'. My fantasy of being on an island with naked women was long term, there is no way I can properly take care of 3 women for 2 days--I am human and still partly fucked out from this week anyway. I finally sorta fell asleep in a chair and so it went.Then some time before dawn, Linda jumps up and says I gotta pee, heading for the door she did not even put on her sandals. The outhouse is a short distance on a stone path, --she did not make it. As I was heading out the door to check on her she was. They now found a very wrathful Bellerophon, reckless in his outrage, pointing a knife at Zoe’s bosom, while holding his rather sore balls with his other hand. The fact that a known harlot was in the priest’s private bedchamber, in a half-naked state, was damning enough. The fact that the archigallos had a sacrificial dagger in his hand was even worse.“Seize her! She tried to seduce me, and when that wouldn’t work, she tried to force herself on me!” Bellerophon ordered his colleagues, all of.