D'un coup les deux hommes arrêtent leurs va et vient et le plus plus jeune s'approche d'Annie et lui présente sa queue devant la bouche. La jeune fe...me presse les deux glands l'un contre l'autre et les lèche avec entrain tout en branlant doucement les deux queues gonflées. Elle flatte en connaisseuse les couilles lourdes de foutre de ses deux amants, les pétrit doucement."Je viens de m'apercevoir que nous sommes des goujats mal élevés, nous ne nous sommes même pas présenté !" s'exclame d'un. I turn around and try to see him but the sun dipped down under the water and it is impossible. The moonlight only let's me see a shadow and the shine of a knife. He steps towards me. I try to shuffle backwards. "You're only going to make it harder on yourself if you try to run away." I stopped. There's no where to go. He steps towards me and I can hear the rustling of clothes as if someone is getting naked. He's getting naked. He's going to rape me. He's going to rape me and there's nothing I. Circular motions hypnotized me. Every pore in my face was awarethat my gender was changing magically.Even my hair seemed to have feeling all the way through to theends of the curls Mistress placed there with a curling iron. Asshe formed each section of curls, the iron burned hot on myscalp. It tugged relentlessly as she wound the strands of hairaround it, bringing it tight to my head. Mistress knew I likedthe feeling of the iron, so she twisted it slowly and forcefullyon each curl, dwelling on. To be honest, I personally find it incredibly compelling and, yes, highly erotic to put myself in a situation where through my own folly I might actually lose my genitals. You see, the risk of disaster, with its accompanying adrenaline rush, is part of the overall draw. In a way, it’s a little like rock climbing or race car driving, with the added benefit that the whole process is sexually charged. I figure that if I do end up one day castrating myself, it will likely be at the end of a long.