I sat down next to him and fondled it a bit. The girth and hardness of the shaft was just not real. I bent down and kissed the cock head and then said... “Josh, I love Mike a lot, but I have a confession to make.”“What?”“He can’t fuck like you, and he doesn’t have a cock like yours. Would it be okay if you came around once or twice a month and fucked me?”He stared at me for a long time before saying, “What if I meet someone?”I kissed his cock again and then lay down between his legs, nibbling at. From the white plaster ceiling hung a cut crystal chandlers. The furniture was classic and upholstered with leather and crushed velvet. Set in the corner a large mahogany desk, on it a small lap top computer, pen and a drink in crystal glass. The corner behind the desk was floor to ceiling smoked glass which afforded a view to the main entrance of the next door church. Tommy immediately realized he was dealing with the worst possible person, a whore with intelligence, power and money. “Bess,. I reached down between my legsand noticed that I didn't have any balls.I slowly felt myself again and again but I couldn't find anything. Ididn't have any balls. Another wave of warm pleasure flooded down myback and my cheeks felt warm. I couldn't feel or see any cut to showthey were taken out. My penis felt really numb and I really didn'tcare. I pulled the blanket to cover my entire body leaving a smallopening at my face to breathe. I closed my eyes and remembered myparents. I couldn't. I moved my tongue over her clit and as I wrapped my tongue around it creating a sheath with my tongue she bucked and I held her still with my hand against her stomach. She let loose a moan of pleasure that made me shiver a moment with a chill at my own work for pleasuring her. My tongue moved back and forth on her clit moving it in and out for a few moments as she rocked from side to side with overstimulation. I removed my tongue and moved it down each side of her vaginal lips tasting her and.