“She does leave them their balls,” she giggled.
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“Do your legs hurt, honey?” my wife asked sweetly.
Of course, they hurt. She had forced me stand to next to her on my tiptoes for over an hour while she read her magazine. My claves ached and my thighs were burning. I was trembling from the exertion. It was a rhetorical question, but I couldn’t have responded anyway with the monster gag she had in my mouth.
“I just love your legs like this,” she crooned, running her hands up my legs, “so taut and strained with tension.”
I quivered at her touch. If she was going to continue to caress me, my legs would give out and she knew it.
“Isn’t this fun?”
I grunted out my pain but she just laughed.
“And I really like this,” she said running her hand up to touch the end of my caged c
