" she began.As soon as she said those words, he knew that his happiness was complete. Until now he had wondered about her feelings toward him. She had...flirted with him, even fooled around a little, but he had never been sure that it wasn't just a new form of teasing. Now that she was baring her heart to him, how could he do any less? He would confess his love for her too, and all would be well."So who's the lucky guy?" he smiled, teasing her. He wanted to hear it from her own lips.She looked. ‘It is no good screaming my boy’ she said as she placed the heel of her boot on my remaining testicle. ‘No one will ever hear you as the cellar is totally soundproof’.She began to slowly press down on my remaining testicle with her dangerous heel. I begged her for mercy but she just laughed at me.‘There is no escape for you and I have now half of what remains of your power’ she said as she begun to press down harder. ‘I now want the rest. With the destruction of your remaining testicle, I will. "Crap, I'm weak." You're doing fine. Just sit there until you feel like standing."A couple of minutes later when Hanes said he was ready, "Okay, here we go," Sandra said as they helped him. "Just stand up very slowly. If you feel like you're going to fall, or you get dizzy, just put your weight on us. Okay?" Yeah," Art said, shifting his weight off the bed onto his left foot and with both women helping him, he pivoted and sat in the chair. "I'm weak," he said again. "I hope I didn't put too. “Don’t you um, want to look it over?” she asks, her sudden confidence has turned into sudden shyness.“You’re suddenly shy,” he says, noticing her change in attitude. “How about we get that confidence back?” The woman sits in silence, watching transfixed as Alan steps close to her and undoes his belt buckle. He moves to his zipper and pulls it down. As he begins to reach in to pull his erection out, Debbie stops him.“Let me do that,” she says, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.So he steps.