To make matters worse, she unlocked my hands from the crossbar overhead and cuffed them behind my back. Suddenly I realized my weight was being supported mainly by my c**k.
See how much pleasure that pole gives you now, she said as she tuned and walked back to the house.
Well there I go, getting myself in trouble again. I should have known better. It was just a short time until I realized just what trouble really meant. My c**k went soft and my legs were going to give out before long. When that happened, the only thing that would be holding me up was a stretched out pecker with a mind of its own.
The tape held its tight grip and the inevitable was happening. Slowly more and more weight was being held up by my now deflated organ. I could feel the tension all the way down between my leg
