She certainly did not expect to be exploited by aggressive rhubarb or corruptive asparagus. She was sure it was only some precaution about allergies o...r skin rashes and paid no more mind to it. She saw the entire chore as a mere detour from her daily routine, something she could polish off quickly when she got home from work.Emily was a widowed professional in her early 30s. Physically fit with an attractive figure, she was a brunette, more attractive than most, but she kept her looks concealed. Her health was also in a slow downward spiral. She had bad knees from four years of varsity basketball in college and the extra 90+ pounds she was carrying. The hips were giving her problems. Her bowels were always in trouble. There were a myriad of aches and pains. She had trouble sleeping at night, she could and did sleep at least 3 hours a day. She was my wife. I had taken her in sickness and health. She had stayed beside me when I was ill. I would stay with her. I loved her. We talked about. I could not move or do a thing about it nor clean or wipe myself.I heard footsteps and further laughter receding off into the house. I was indeed now just an animal in a cage left alone wet and miserable. I was getting cramped in the confines of the cage. I could not move much. If I tried to move my legs or ease the pressure on my arms held above my head by the handcuffs. My cage moved swinging back and for on the chain, which suspended it above, the ground.Time continued to slowly pass. Damp. I’m going to help you out this time. God, I’m so afraid. Let’s see.)She started giving me a slow handjob. She was thinking that she was massaging my penis. She started moving her hand up and down my shaft. She was doing it really slow, so that wasn’t making me relaxed.Amy: (Wait! He was doing it faster! That’s it! You’re a genius, Amy.)She increased her pace now and started giving me a handjob at a faster pace.Amy: (I think this is it! He’s feeling more relaxed! You’re not so useless after all.