.she took a plastic scale and started hitting my ball 1 at a time I screamed in pain and she laughed lik hell she din stop till she was bored and my b...alls were blue she den started rubbing them it burned and I was crying .. she was sayn don't cry baby its gona be fine poor baby .. it was so humiliating and she was so happy she then made me stand tied my hands to the fan and my neck to the hands then started stroking my cock it was so good that for a moment I was in deep peace ohh it felt so gud. So, of course, she marries the asshole. She was 22. Too young. Anyway, two years later, she was at my front door, like a Hugh Grant movie, asking me if she could stay with me. Sure, I said. I only have one bed. But I can sleep on the couch.Those first two weeks were horrible. She was heartbroken. Not so much about the cheating – I think she expected that; she was as naïve as I had thought – but about the finality of “forever.” She had bought into the vows, even if he never had. Her marriage was. I put them on.I thought that was it. I had forgotten the makeup. "Not too heavy,Girl," she said. "Heavy makeup is for evenings." She sat me down ather vanity and began to apply the usual things: foundation, coloring,a bit of blush. Only the least touch of shadow on the eyes.Lipstick: subdued, not a bright red."Okay, that's it for to-day," she said. "I'm going to have to get youa wig, too. But for the time being you're just going to be a man in adress."That was what I was. I thought. Luckily we had a small combination padlock. I used to use on my suitcase and it had never been taken out. It took me ten minutes messing with it and applying tiny drops of superglue to turn it into what amounted to a two-wheel combination lock."Try to open it," I said, handing it to her. She had it open in four minutes. After that she showered and then insisted that I use my tongue to good effect, stopping before she came, leaving her a little frustrated before I put the belt on. I adjusted the.