A week later he called saying he was so upset over Mom's death, he got drunk. He had parked at the end of the cemetery to watch the funeral.

Back to 1995. "Lester" was living with me. He asked his brother "Walter's" girlfriend for a date and she accepted. I kicked "Lester" out and "Walter" kicked her out. A week later, they moved into an apartment by my house. What a stab in the heart!!! We still hung out weekly. I wanted to cause trouble while they lived beside me. Eventually, they moved and I saw him every few months.

Now, back to 1998. "Lester" was still married and started calling me more after Mom's death. I tried to see him, but I lost all feelings for him because he didn't try to comfort me during Mom's death.

Now, it is 2003. 30 years after meeting "Lester" at the roller rink. He calls. He wants to see me. I agree to meet him at "Our Bar" (that's actually the name of the bar). He looked older, less hair, gray, but still a great body covered in jail/prison tattoos & flirty. I'm fatter, still cute and look younger than my age. As usual, he was doped up with coke & pot and drinking Budweiser and I was sober. We talked, laughed and shared memories. He said his wife was in mental hospital. We left the bar and headed to his apartment.

What he doesn't know is after he called, I started to make my dream come true. My cousin "Louise" showed up. "Lester" always wanted a 3-some with us and it was going to happen. He stripped. We tied his arms to the back of the chair and spread his legs and tied them to the chair legs. He could only watch and not touch. "Louise" and I undressed each other slowly. Kissing, touching, and licking all over our bodies and using some toys. We held our big titties to his lips to lick our nipples. Then, we humped his knees and rubbed our wet, hot pussy all over, while our sweet juice dripped down his leg. Earlier, when we tied his legs, "Louise" had put a syringe under the chair. It was full of meds to knocked him out. Next, we switched knees, got on our knees and licked each others cum off his knee & leg, while "Louise" used the needle. Soon he was out. We untied him. Put him on the bed and "Louise" took charge.

She was a surgical technician and was making me a eunuch. We shaved his whole body from head to toe. She removed his sack and I cut the ball cords. I made the last snip to remove his cock. She stitched and bandaged him up and made him a girlie pee hole. I put his cock and balls in separate jars with formaldehyde and sat them on the night stand. We left.

A few months later I saw in the paper his wife filed for divorce. A few more months and "Lester" called. He told me what happened. He got drunk, on coke & pot and woke up in bed with his cock & balls cut off and in jars and he doesn't remember anything. Lucky for me, the meds I slipped into his beers at "Our Bar" worked. They erased his memory of that night. He told me he was divorced, lonely, and needed me back in his life. He thought I would understand and help him. He cried saying he can never date again and he needed me and begged me.

I took him back after he agreed to my terms. I now have the perfect eunuch slave. He attends to all my sexual needs. He does all the house chores. He brings me his paycheck. I had him get a tattoo of a cock and balls on his smooth crotch. He must keep his body shaved from head to toe. He had to buy a strap-on for my excitement feeling his hips pumping his fake cock in and out of my pussy knowing he feels nothing.

And the stupid, drunken, cheating, disrespectful bastard has no idea that I changed his life to meet my needs. "Lester" is in my will and after my death, my wicked dream will be shared with him. For now, he's making my wildest dream come true.