How old are you and Wendy, i am 45 and Wendy is 44.the drinks were flowing and we were having a good laugh with them and i wanted a piss and Sol said ...he needed one to,we were stood next to each other and i looked down and i noticed his cock i said Jesus mate what the fuck is that,,he started laughing and said i know its big isn't it i laughed and said i feel so small holding mine. Sol said his mates were even bigger.i went back to the table and the lads went to the bar and i said Wendy i was. "NO! No I don't think of you as anything like that! Dad doesn't deserve you. You and he haven't been happy together in a long time. I've heard the two of you yelling at each other. I've heard the terrible things he's said to you. Dad has treated you like dirt, and for a long time. That's why I had to get away from home and come stay with grandma. I couldn't STAND him another moment! And I hate his racism. What is the MATTER with him? It's so despicable. It's like I no longer know who he is. And helpless to do anything about it. I left them there struggling and threatening me and went to the closet where I knew mom kept her ?toy box?. She had SOOOO much there, but I just picked out a couple of the biggest ball gags I could find. They were the kind with a harness on them, not just a single strap, I guess that’s what mom preferred. When I returned to the living room holding them, the first thing I heard was, ?you’d better NOT missy?. I didn’t want to hear any more and I quickly. Liked the scotch… 30 minutes and a peg down, I didn’t see anyone who’s worth it. I can see many teens ogling me. Well, why not at least try a dance with any of them.I joined the crowd in the center and started dancing myself. Some guys started moving towards me and tried to dance along. They are awkward dancers. And there’s no masculinity at all in them. That’s when my eyes stuck on this man right opposite to where I sat before. He was a macho man, defined. Looks Indian… Broad shoulders,.