My soft lavender silk blouse with a scooped neckline was tucked into a pair of white linen slacks that showed my ass off rather nicely, I thought. A p...ir of white sandals, but no hose, graced my feet. My ears were pierced and I had opals in them. A delicate gold chain hung around my neck. I wanted to keep it simple and rounded it off with a light touch of Opium perfume between my breasts. Men love that scent on me. They say it’s sexy. After parking the car, I strolled into the airport terminal. It was somewhat transparent, I could clearly see her nipple protruding out and her sexy round ass and as if it wasn’t enough to make my little guy big enough that it was even visible through my jeans, she said in her hottest voice possible with her those killing expressions, lets eat each other.In that one moment I forgot that she is my cousin, no matter how much we talked about sex I have never did anything to show her that I wanted her,no I needed to have sex with her, and before I could. Pandora had seen this device used only twice before, both times for the execution of men who killed their rape victims, and who were thus not eligible for mere castration.The Sisterhood executioner had managed to make their hangings last for hours. The Sister in charge of the procedures took her time castrating the men, one with a rusty knife, and with dull safety scissors for the other. Their penises were both burned off with a propane torch. The men's backs, asses and legs were flayed. Excitement gripped me as I heard the hatch of her SUV close too. I swore I heard her sandals clicking on the sidewalk leading to our front door. As the door opened I shot to my feet like a new recruit and looked at her like the self-same recruit awaiting orders.“Eager are we? Andrea, get out of those ratty shorts and stand there while I make you look presentable.” I dropped my gym shorts and stood there naked in front of her…no way to disguise the hardon that had formed in the interim. My wife.