"Or maybe... Douglas Calhoun becomes a fucking eunuch." He proposed as he continued to bust my balls with a series of quick, stabbing kicks to my test...cles.He then reached down and adjusted his hold on my ankles. In one move he lifted me off my back and spun me around so that I was slammed face down onto the street in the alley. The soft skin of my chest and stomach sc****d against the wet, jagged asphalt.Duff let go of my feet, and I struggled to pick myself up, to scramble away. He kicked my. The driver got in asking, where did we want to go, ‘I want to go to the special place up in the hills where the scenic view is by the babbling brook.’‘Yes sir, the driver replied, then closed the window between us.‘Are you ok Dee’ he asked, his fingers circling the inside of my legs? I nodded my head acknowledging him, ‘but I won’t be if you keep doing that and I need milking.’‘Doing what,’ he asked mischievously, ‘this,’ his fingers travelling nearer my cunt. ‘Or would you prefer for me to lay. A fire in the fireplace, a good bottle of brandy… tidbits and finger foods on a tray nearby along with a cozy nest of throw pillows on the floor giving us a winter cabin’s paradise in the middle of your living room. We’re dancing… bodies held close… swaying slowly to the sound of the music the rain plays for only the two of us hear. You dip your head to smell my hair, held off my neck with one clip… your lips locating the cord of my neck just below my ear… wolf-like smelling the blood that. Some well-endowed men were wearing what could best be described as a fitted codpiece. One such specimen also had a fox tail extending out from his between naked ass cheeks. I wondered whether it was secured to the sting attaching the cod piece to the belt around his waist or the visible extension of a butt plug. His mistress, a ravishing silver-haired woman in her mid-fifties, held him close by means of a leash attached to a studded dog collar around his neck. As I watched, she fondled his cock.