One lazy Saturday afternoon my wife’s sister, Susanne showed up at our front door, crying uncontrollably. My wife was out shopping, so I tried to console her and I hugged her telling her that everything would be all right, but I didn’t even know what was wrong. I thought it might be a result of her divorce, which had recently been finalized. But it was two years since she left her husband and she’s the one who wanted the divorce. Finally, she began to confide in me. Sure enough, she said it started on Wednesday when she got her final divorce papers, but she said it was more then that. Susanne said she looked in the mirror and realized that at 42, she wasn’t as attractive as she used to be and now that she was divorced, she didn’t think that she could find another man. She said she didn’t even know if she wanted another man, but she needed companionship. I told her that she was still beautiful (and she was due to her constant workouts) and that there were lots of men who would give anything to date her. Then she said, still teary eyed, "What do you find attractive in me?" Boy, now I was in a jam, I mean, she was my wife’s sister. I didn’t want to be too honest, but I told her that she had beautiful hair, a cute face, and a gorgeous body. Susanne just reached out and hugged me, and kissed me on my cheek. I felt awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, I started to get a huge erection. She wiped her tears away and told me that I had made her day and that my wife was so lucky to have me as a husband. I asked her if she was feeling better and she said she was, then she dismissed herself to the bathroom and I went back to watching the ball game on the couch. I kept thinking about her though. She did have a great body. Nice legs, shapely thighs, her breasts were small, but perfect.

About 10 minutes later she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my cheek in a way that was more then just a friendly thank you. We had gotten to know each other well over the years, but this was totally new. Before I could speak she kissed me on the lips and though I initially tried to fight it, I gave in pretty quickly. She came around to the front of the couch and my mouth dropped open. She was completely naked. I whispered loudly, "Susanne, what if Karen walks in?" To which she quietly replied, "It’ll be alright, I got her permission." Permission? What do you mean permission, I asked? Susanne then looked at me with an excited expression on her face. She said, "I told Karen that after my last relationship, that I really didn’t want to get involved with another man, that I was extremely happy living on my own, but that my sex drive was still high and I didn’t know what to do about it. We began to talk and I asked Karen if she still had a high sex drive. She said she did, but that you were a great lover and you satisfied her completely." When she told me that, I blurted out, "Boy, Jim is so nice too, I wish I had someone like that to satisfy me?" And you know what Karen said? She said, "Jim’s always wanted more sex, and I know I’ve never completely satisfied him. Then she got this wild look on her face and said to me, "Would like to have Jim satisfy you when you need sex?" At first I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say, but after I composed myself I said, "You really wouldn’t mind? And Karen said, "You are my sister and I’m willing to share him if you promise not to wear him out!" We both giggled and I promised her I wouldn’t, and now we’re both alone. Well I told Susanne, that’s a great story, but how do I know it’s true? Then she opened her hand and I saw the key. I wear a chastity device to prove my love to my wife and it has a small lock, which secures my penis to my scrotum, preventing me from having sex with anyone but her. It bends my erections downward and gets painful after a few minutes. But now Susanne was holding what looked like the key. Finally our eyes met and she said, "Let’s take off your pants and see if this works!" I was still a little uncomfortable but Susanne began to help me. I stood up and she slid my shorts down my legs. She could see my bent erection and the lock at the end of my penis, she bent down and kissed the tip of it and then put the key in the lock and turned it. The lock opened easily and my erection sprung free. Then I knew that Susanne was telling the truth. She could only have gotten the key from my wife. Once the lock was removed Susanne led me into our bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

She got on top of me, straddling me and then I began to take a good look at her body. She had large rings dangling from her pierced nipples and each one was tattooed with little stars. Her belly button was also pierced with a single loop ring, but the most wild looking thing was her vagina & clit. It was completely bald and each outter labia was pierced about ten or more times with large rings that jingled when she moved. Her clitoris was huge, it looked like the small tip of a penis with a single horizontal barbell going through it. But the strangest thing was the tattoo that I think said "the emasculator" in bright red letters on the top of her shaved mons. I was shocked, but I didn’t have time to think, Susanne began to push and force herself down on my shaft. She was extremely tight and I knew it must have hurt her, but she just gave me a wicked grin and forced herself down my shaft. I thought the skin of my penis was being ripped away. Then things started to feel smoother and the squishy sound of my cock going in and out of her began to heat things up for me. Susanne then offered me one of her little tits. She began to yell, "Bite it hard, bite it hard!" So I did and she yelled out, "Harder!" I bit down so hard I thought I’d bite right through it. This woman was out of control. She was riding me harder then I’d ever been ridden. But then she asked me, in a breathless sort of way, "I’d like to connect us, my tits to your balls, is that O.K.?" I said sure, in a curious sort of way. But I wish I hadn’t. She reached around behind her and pulled something out of a small bag. Then very quickly she popped out my dick and squirmed down on my legs, she then wrapped something around my sac. With a quick pull, she had them in a noose that was immediately painful. I yelled, but she just gave me a depraved smile, licking her lips quickly. Then she kissed me and ran two long chains from my balls to her breasts. She snapped them on to the large rings that went through her nipples and looking down at me she said, "Now were really connected, I’ve got your balls and you’ve got my tits!" With that she slid down slowly, taking in all of my dick, and her face showed how much she appreciated it. So did I. Then she said, "Don’t you dare come until I do or I’ll pull your balls off! It was then that I realized that I didn’t really know Susanne. There was another side of her that she had kept hidden all these years. She was sadistic and naughty. I held up until she couldn’t contain herself, and with a series of convulsions, she slipped into orgasm after orgasm, finally I mounted her and with a few short strokes flooded her insides with stream after stream of jism. I was exhausted. That’s when I saw Karen, smiling happily in the doorway. She didn’t say anything but walked quietly away. About a half-hour later Susanne and I got up and found Karen out on the patio grilling up some burgers. We didn’t talk right away, but I helped her put some things on the picnic table, and once we sat down to eat, she asked me if I liked what Susanne did for me. I lifted my head slowly, not knowing how to respond.

Finally, I said, "Karen, it was wonderful and I appreciate what you did for me." I thought that was what she wanted to hear, but Karen said, "Jim, I didn’t do it for you, I did it for my sister." Oh, I simply replied. Then Karen explained herself more thoroughly. She said, "Susanne and I are extremely close and we share just about everything." Until now, the only thing we didn’t share was our husband’s, but since Susanne doesn’t want another husband, I’m sharing you with her. Is that all right? Again I stammered for words, and said, "If it’s all right with you, it’s all right with me. Karen said, "Good! Let’s have a toast to our new arrangement!" So we toasted and then Karen said, "If Susanne needs you, I want you to service her." She hasn’t had her sexual needs satisfied in a long time. Until today, Susanne chimed in. O.K. I said feebly. But Karen wasn’t finished. She said, "Susanne and I are a little different. She likes hard raunchy forceful sex. She likes a little pain and needs to be rough. I’m a little more reserved." What I’m saying, is that I want you to do whatever she wants you to do, be forceful, be rough, O.K.? O.K. I said, as forcefully as I could, then with a wry smile, Karen looked at Susanne and Susanne then looked at me. She got up and took my hand, led me over to the picnic table, brushed things aside with a quick swing of her arm, pulled up her skirt and presented her bottom to me. She moved her hand down to her vagina and opened it up to me. Then she said, "Pump me Jim, please!" Karen laughed and said, "Do it Jim, go on, I want to watch!" She raced over, pulled my shorts down, took my penis and guided my now erect penis into her sister’s twat. Karen then got behind and grabbed my balls, massaging them and pulling on them, pushing me in and out. I was amazed and they were both crazed. Finally Karen yelled out, "My turn!" And pulled me away from Susanne. Karen bent over the table, pulled up her skirt and then I saw two large rings hanging down from her labia. I said, "Karen! When did you get pierced?" She said, "Do you like them?" I said, "Yeah, they are way cool." Then Susanne giggling, grabbed my pole and helped push it into Karen’s cunt. It was hot and I was getting close to losing it. That’s when Susanne grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. The pain shot up through my whole body and it quickly put my orgasm on hold. You can’t come until we say it’s time to come. We don’t want that cock of yours to go soft you know. Karen then said, "Pull my rings Jim." So I reached my hand down between her thighs and pulled. A few minutes later Karen began to moan and she climaxed like I had never seen her do before. I couldn’t contain myself either, but just before I was ready to shoot, Susanne pulled my dick out of Karen and engulfed my prick. She took the whole thing in her mouth, trying to swallow it, I could feel it going down her throat. That’s when I really lost it and she sucked and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner draining every last drop from my balls. I thought she’d stop but she kept sucking even though my dick was now limp. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and even though I tried to pull it out of her mouth, I couldn’t. Her teeth had clamped down on my man meat and I was afraid where this was going. Finally, I ripped my dick from her mouth and she fell backwards, but Karen caught her. After a few minutes Susanne revived her self and apologized saying, "I’m sorry Jim, but I’ve always loved sucking on a big penis. It’s like a drug induced ecstasy, I can’t explain it, but to feel it deep in my throat, gives me so much pleasure." I told her, "Susanne, my penis is your penis. If you want to suck it, be my quest, but promise me you won’t bite it off. You had me scared." All right Susanne said, "I promise!" After that we went to bed and slept late the next morning. Susanne left and Karen told me thank you, planting a large kiss on my cheek.

A week passed before I heard from Susanne again. She asked me if I could fix her screen door, which wouldn’t latch. I told her I could and would come over Saturday morning. Susanne said she had to work from 8am until noon, but that she’d leave a key under the mat. I got over to her house about 9 and fixed her door in about a half hour. I went to the kitchen to get a drink and found a note that asked me to wait for her until she got home. She said to make myself comfortable, so I started to walk around & explore. I had been in her house before, but never alone for this long of a time. I walked into her bedroom just to see if I could learn anything else about her sexual preferences. It initially looked like a woman’s bedroom, until I opened the closet. In the closet were whips and chains, dildoes, leather thongs, and a bunch of strange tools. Some that looked like yard tools, trimmers, etc. There was one tool with big handles that looked like pliers on the end. Looking down I found a large chest. When I opened it I found some small jars with men’s names and dates on the top and inside the jars were some unusual looking objects. In every jar were two sort of oblong animal parts in clear liquid. I opened one and smelled it, "Whew, it was definitely some kind of preservative." I looked at several more jars, and they were all very similar, though some of the animal parts were bigger then others. I said to myself, "I’ll have to ask Susanne about them." I put things back in the chest and continued to look around the room. I opened a cabinet under the T.V. and found a collection of video’s with names of men and dates. I was really curious now, so I popped one into the VCR and began to watch. What I saw stunned me and shocked me to the point that I wanted to run out of Susanne’s house. There on the screen was a man hand cuffed in what looked like a doctor’s examining table. His mouth was duct tapped and he seemed unconscious. Susanne appeared on the screen, in a skin tight leather suit that exposed her nipples and large rings. The crotch of the outfit was also cut out exposing her many labia rings. It was a real turn on. She began to talk as if she was making a video for a special product, and she was. She started by holding up a set of strange pliers, saying that these were the newest "elastrator pliers" from a specific company and that they were relatively inexpensive but very effective.

With that Susanne began to talk her audience through the process of using these elastrator pliers. She said, "First, shave the scrotum, it makes for a tighter fit. Secondly, she said, "Take one of the small green bands and roll it on to the prongs of the pliers. Like this she said, moving up to the front of the camera for a close up. Third, she said, "Open the pliers by squeezing the handles." (Again another close up) Then lift the testicles and carefully push them through the stretched rubber band. Once you have the scrotum and testicles pushed through the rubber band, move the band up as close to the man’s body as possible, like this, then carefully ease the band off. Susanne demonstrated how this was to be done and the camera moved in for a closer look. She pushed the man’s testicles through the band and released it. Then she said, "It will constrict the scrotal skin & testicles immediately and the elastrator tool can then be removed. Again the camera moved in as Susanne demonstrated what she was talking about. The man’s balls were constricted tightly and were hopelessly gripped by that single green band. Fourth, Susanne said, examine your work. If the band isn’t close to the body, and excess of the scrotal skin will survive and will not give you the smooth look that women desire. If you are satisfied with your work, you can leave things as they are, in about two or three weeks, the scrotum and testicles will drop off. I would suggest, Susanne said, that if this is what you choose to do, that you make a vertical cut down through the elastrated bag (scrotum). This will help release gases that will eventually build up once the condemned scrotum and testicles start to rot. You can probably cut away the rotting scrotum & balls after a week, but not any sooner. You could have a bloody mess on your hands if you do it too soon.

If you want to preserve the scrotum in order to make a jewelry bag out of it, carefully, using a razor knife, cut through the elastrated bag below the green band. Watch as I demonstrate. Susanne then talked her audience through this process. You don’t want to cut the balls off, just the bag. She carefully used the razor knife, going around the constricted scrotum in a circular motion. Finally she said, "That should do it. Now Susanne said, "grip the bottom of the sack with your thumb and finger and give it a tug or two, it should pull off like this!" And with that the camera zoomed in to show us the man’s scrotum being pulled away from his body & balls. It was a little gruesome but exciting too. I couldn’t believe that I had an erection. Then Susanne said, "If you cut the bag & the balls off both the "elastrator band" will probably slip off and your slave could bleed to death before you get him to the emergency room. "Now I have my jewelry bag, and she held it up for everyone to see." It looked like a piece of chicken skin, though it was pink. I grabbed my sack and winced. Susanne then said, "Here’s the finished product!" She held up a small purse that looked smooth and soft. She brushed it against her cheek and in a seduction smile, while pouting her lips in a kiss, she said, "There’s nothing as soft or as wonderful as a jewelry bag made from a man’s ball sack." Don’t you want one? Not really I said to myself, I’ve already got one.

I was lost in the video and hadn’t kept track of the time, but then I felt her arms around me, it was Susanne. She let go and then rubbed something against my cheek, it was her scrotum jewelry bag. Soft, isn’t it, Susanne said, but I couldn’t speak. I just looked at her and she pushed me down on the bed. I was putty in her hands. She said, "I hoped and dreamed that I would find you like this! Then I felt her put something around my wrist, I was being handcuffed. But she was stronger then I thought and before I could think what to do, she had both ankles and hands, hand cuffed to the bed. Really, I didn’t think she would do anything, I being her brother-in-law. But then she said, "Karen said I could do anything I want with you and you yourself said that your penis was my penis." So now I’m going to enjoy myself! Susanne then stuck me with something that seemed to calm me down. I was now a willing servant, coherent, but putty. She said, "I want you to feel what the man in the video felt! She produced the strange looking pliers, bringing them up for me to see, she rolled the green band down on the prongs, and then wickedly squeezed them open. She then released them and went into the bathroom, she came back with shaving cream and a razor and proceeded to shave me bare. Once that was done, she washed things off and grabbed the elastrator pliers. Whispering to me softly, she asked me, "Jim, can I have your scrotum, I want a new jewelry bag?" But I didn’t speak, so she begged me, "Please Jim, please, give it to me!" Then she took the head of my penis into her mouth. She sucked and licked it, making the most wonderful slurping sounds. I still didn’t say anything, but then I heard her whimper and then she said, "Karen said you’d do anything I wanted, but you’re not being obedient." Finally, not feeling any pain, I said, "If you really want it, you can have it." Susanne leaped for joy and yelled out, "Thank you, thank you!" And with that she took the banding tool, pushed my scrotum and balls through it, and released the band! I expected Karen to immediately cut my scrotum away, but instead she began to engulf my penis, which was semi-hard. The band was painful, but she made me forget it. She sucked and sucked on my penis, trying hard to swallow it, deeper and deeper it slid down her throat. I had never been sucked like this, and yet I didn’t have the urge to come. Somewhere during this wild scene, I felt a snap and a painful surge of feeling in my scrotum. I opened my eyes and my wife Karen was standing next to me. She whispered in my ear for me to be quiet. So I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy Susanne’s sucking. It seemed to me that my penis was stretched longer then ever before and I didn’t know how I would get it out of Susanne’s mouth. I still didn’t feel the urge to come, but finally Karen whispered into Susanne’s ear and asked her to free me. When she did, and I pulled my penis out of her mouth, it was long and skinny, but the tip was huge. It looked really strange.

Karen finally said to Susanne, you promised to include me in this, it’s a good thing I was suspicious. Susanne apologized and said it was hard for her to resist. Karen forgave her and said, "I’ll let you have his bag, but I don’t want you to castrate him." Susanne said, "Well then how can I get it?" Karen looked at her and with a wicked grin said, "Let’s make him do it! Remember the man you did last year in Reno? You used that wire control thing, where he squeezed the handles together every time he wanted you to suck him more? That video always turned me on. I looked at Karen with unbelieving eyes. She’d been a part of this all along. First, Susanne said, "Can I pierce his prick? Please Karen?" It was as if I wasn’t even there. Sure, "Karen finally said! Gleefully Susanne ran over to her dresser and got out what looked like a small box, she looked at me and said, "Jim, come here!" I resisted, shaking my head "no," but she grabbed my arm and ordered me to stand up. Karen said, "Go on Jim, you’ll like the end result!" So I stood up and Susanne took my stretched out penis and pushed it into a hole that was in the box. She then locked it in place with some kind of lever. Finally she said, "I’m going to pierce it now!" And with that she pushed a button on the side of the box. The intense pain caused my whole body to crumble, I fell down to my knees in agony. I thought she had cut off my penis. But finally I composed myself and Susanne said, "It’ll be alright, look!" She slid the lid back and inside I could see a rather large needle sticking up vertically through the head of my dick. She called it an "abradabra" or something strange like that. I’m not into piercing so it was all new to me. Before I could blink, Susanne put a rod through it and screwed a little ball on top. "There she yelled, all done!" She released the lever and I pulled it out. Karen came over to inspect it. She said, "It looks great, even yummy Jim, even though it’s still bleeding a little. But it’ll heal soon and then we’ll have fun." Then Susanne said, "I’ll get the wire cable and the cutting band." With that Susanne went over to her closet, opened a large box and pulled out a long cable with some kind of small mechanical gear at the end. I still wasn’t feeling much though I could move my hands and legs, but I couldn’t get up. Whatever Susanne stuck me with was still working and I just watched her with a curious horror. I was the victim and they were going to castrate me. Susanne was going to make a new jewelry bag from my sack and my balls were going in a jar full of preservative. Susanne then began to explain what she was going to do. She held up a small metal band and showed me that inside there were rows of sharp serrated teeth. I’ll hook it up to the cable so that when you squeeze the brake handle, it’ll constrict. It’ll constrict and constrict until your balls fall off, you won’t even realize your doing it. I’ll give you a little more for the pain and with that she pulled out another bag of goodies, as she called them, and stuck me in my butt. "Karen," Susanne said softly, "Why don’t we watch the video with him, it’s number 12 or 13 I think?" Karen fumbled through the video’s and finally she popped one in and said, "Wasn’t his name Trace or Trevor?" Susanne shouted back, "Trevor, that’s it!" I thought so Karen replied. With that the video came on and both women settled back to watch. Susanne was still nude and her hot body and large rings made me want her, even though I knew I was going to be castrated, I still wanted her bad. Karen was sitting back, rubbing my arm and holding me. As Susanne went through the motions of Trevor’s castration, I was amazed at the scene. He was a large man, over 6 feet, with large balls and a good sized erect penis. Susanne began to talk to him softly & seductively, explaining what she was doing as she went. She took a metal band with the same sharp serrated teeth and told him that she was going to put it around his scrotum and balls, which she did quickly. Then she pulled his bottom down until his legs and balls were hanging over the end of the bed. She then said, "Trevor, I’m connecting this cable to the band," which she did, again very quickly. Then she took what she called a bicycle brake handle and placed it into Trevor’s right hand. "Trevor," Susanne said, "When you want me to suck your dick, squeeze the handle until it clicks." "Do you understand?" she asked him. Trevor gently nodded that he did. Then Susanne looked at the camera and said, "It’s hard to believe that a man would castrate himself all for the pleasure of having his dick sucked!" But watch!

With that Susanne began to suck and lick his dick. Slowly she bobbed up and down until finally she stopped and said, "Do you like it Trevor?" To which he whispered, "Yes!" Then squeeze the handle until it clicks, "Susanne said." Trevor hesitated, so Susanne gave his dick a long drawn out lick and stopped. Susanne said, "If you want more, squeeze the handle until it clicks!" With that, Trevor squeezed and we heard the faint click. Susanne continued, but this time she mounted him and pushed herself all the way down his firm erection. She did this three or four times making lustful sounds that excited Trevor even more. Then she stopped. Again she said, "Squeeze the handle, and once more Trevor squeezed it. Then Susanne turned herself around so her pierced vagina was directly in Trevor’s face. She took his penis and sucked it down deep into her throat while Trevor jingled her rings and licked her clit with his tongue. Suddenly, Susanne stopped, but instinctively Trevor squeezed the handle. Once Susanne heard it click she sucked down his dick, deeply into her throat. Blood was now dripping from Trevor’s balls. The band was terribly constricted, so much so that one more squeeze would emasculate him. Susanne could see this from her vantage point, and the thought of having a man’s dick deep down her throat while watching his balls fall off, made her stop. Without a word, Trevor squeezed the handle and in what seemed like slow motion, his large balls fell about a foot and landed with a splat into a dish. At the same time Trevor and Susanne both exploded with powerful mind blowing orgasms. Susanne took his bloody sack and balls and held them up to the camera. Then she picked up the cords of his balls, swung them around and popped them into a jar of formaldehyde. She took the ends of his scrotum, and blew it up like a balloon. It was wild. I hadn’t realized it, but my wife Karen had torn off her clothes and was near an orgasm herself when the screen went blank. Susanne looked at her and said, "Let’s do it for real!"

Karen then showed me the metal band with the sharp serrated teeth inside. She wrap-ped it around my scrotum and fastened it in place. Then I watched as she attached the cable coupling to the band and finally she placed the brake handle in my right hand. Susanne immediately began to suck down on my hard erection, Karen kissed my lips and shoved her breasts into my mouth. I could feel Susanne bring her tongue around the head of my penis, slowly, carefully she nibbled, I was dying with pleasure. But then she stopped and so did Karen. With that they both said, "Squeeze the handle until it clicks!" I tried to resist, I tried to think of other things, but then wild Susanne stuck out her tongue and licked my dick from top to bottom. Again she stopped and said, "Squeeze the handle!" Before I could stop myself I had squeezed it. Then the girls switched positions. Karen was sucking me and Susanne was forcing me to suck her tits. Then Karen mounted me and slid down my shaft, I about lost it, but Karen sensed my coming orgasm and dismounted me. They both stopped saying, "Squeeze the handle!" I was not sure how many times Trevor squeezed the handle before his balls came off, six, seven? I wish I knew. I’d stop short of it if I could. But then Karen took the head of my penis, swished it around a few times, and then ordered me to squeeze the handle. I did and could feel blood running down my legs. Finally the girls got back to work, Karen began to lose control, she was at the brink of orgasm when Susanne pushed her off of me. Then just like Trevor, she sucked down my erection. I pictured her waiting and looking for my balls to come off and she was getting a little impatient. She stopped suddenly. Instinctively I squeezed the handle. I didn’t want too, but I did, I couldn’t believe it! Even with the intense pleasure I wanted to save my balls, but I didn’t think I could. Susanne shouted out loudly, "Again! Squeeze it again!" This time I was hesitant, but Karen whispered go ahead, it’ll be alright, so I squeezed. The pain was sharp and intense, but my balls were still attached. The girls then moved between my legs. They started to coach me and took turns sucking on me. After 5 minutes or so they stopped. Karen took the brake handle from my hand, and said, "I’m going to do it! I want to castrate you. I want to watch as your balls come off." With that Karen squeezed the handle, and the pain became unbearable. Susanne said, "One more Karen, just one more should do it." And with that Karen squeezed down hard and I felt some release. I hear a slight thud and watched as the girls jumped up and down in jubilation. "You did it Karen! You castrated him! You’re just like me. He’s number 23!" Susanne was ecstatic. I weekly asked to see them and they brought them up to me. There were my balls and my scrotum, just like Trevor’s. I was castrated, I was emasculated, I was a eunuch. I didn’t know what to think. Karen said, "It’ll be alright. We’ll get you your precious testosterone so you’ll be able to get it up. But these are mine and Susanne said, "This is mine! Holding up my scrotum." I passed out and in a few weeks the metal band dropped off. I was as smooth as silk under my dick. A couple months went by when Susanne came over with a friend. She said, "I told her that you were castrated but she doesn’t believe me. Please show her." So I did. The woman was amazed and even more so when I got an erection. Then Susanne pulled out something and showed it to me saying, "Do you remember this?" I calmly said, "Is that my scrotum? And she rubbed it on my cheek. The other woman said, "I’m getting one of those soon."

I’m still servicing my wife and Susanne. One day I commented that I wish I still had my scrotum and balls and Susanne took her purse out and taped in place. It wasn’t the same thing, but I was glad to have it back, if only temporarily.