A couple of weeks ago I had an experience which I am going to share with you.My name is Anil (changed) 45 years from Hyderabad. I am a jolly type flit...tering with people around me. My neighbors were also of my age and we use to have jolly time when ever we meet. One day when I was about to go for bath with only a towel around my wait the door bell rang. I went and opened it and found my neighbor’s wife asking me to allow for a phone call as their phone was out of order. I felt little bit. Someone I can just talk to who would be willing to listen and make sure I don't die from alcohol poisoning - or loneliness, whichever gets me first. I don't know how in the world I got to this point in my life but Jesus Fucking Christ, it sucks. I want my happy ending too, dammit. I want kids and a loving husband. A family to come home to that will be excited to see me with hugs, kisses and I love you's. I want my husband to come up behind me and hug me while I wash dishes in my sweats and an. I slowly sit on it to so it pushed on my ass and penis. I put the lock to 15 minutes and slid my hands into the handcuffs and pushed away the stool.I was suddenly half hanging half supported by the board under me. I could barely reach the ground and only with one toe at a time - basically no support at all. The board was pressing hard against my scrotum and anus while my hands were stretched high above me in the time-release locked handcuffs.I slowly started to feel the pain between my legs. It. And beside, I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." I understand completely, and we spend the next hour discussing this subject... eye balling the waitress... and drinking a bit more. I reach over to whisper in your ear: "This woman arouses you, doesn't she?" You smile and deny my accusation. I then whisper"so you're saying that if I placed my hand on your thigh right this very moment, and slid it up your sun dress, that I wouldn't feel a large puddle of wetness at the top?" I hear a little.