NT3408 is in the middle of the Great Australian Desert, about 450 km east-northeast of Alice Springs and 100 km southeast of Harts Range. A bleak and ...pparently deserted series of buildings was surrounded by a security fence that kept out only the rare wildlife and did nothing at all to exclude lizards and arachnids. It included a helipad and brief runway, inside the fence that read NT 3408 / Private / Keep Out, on a weathered sign near the sole gate. No one ever tried to use the gate. Only the. His face is a portrait of pure rapture; mouth parted, eyes closed. My body shudders with pleasure. It feels as if mini-earthquakes are firing off throughout me. Pressure begins to build in the core of my pelvis, growing and expanding until even my scalp and fingertips are aching with desperation for release. His eyes open; first to watch his cock glide in and out of my wet pussy, then to travel up my body until they reach mine. His look conveys nothing less than total ownership and mastery. In. She didn't know whetheranyone had told me about my condition, went to get my records, thenreturned.At last, I got the not altogether shocking news, having had more thanthree hours to recall the last nightmarish scene of my live, then keepreliving it until a doctor would finally talk to me. I remembered thestabbing in my scrotum like it was yesterday, not more than two weeksago. The bandages prevented me from reaching in that area. The doctorconfirmed that I had been castrated and they had no. There is no way Vivian or I would be part of any killing. You know, like when people of the Jewish faith tear their clothing when they disown one of their own family and say to me, that person is dead?" You're saying this was only make believe?" Well, it's not that simple, but yes, her death was to be symbolic, but I don't believe our deaths were to be. I've never seen a ceremony get this far out of hand. An occasional orgy is one thing, but killing is something else. Excuse me, I have to see.