I was a sophomore. She was amazing, she had jet black hair, long and straight, like a waterfall of black ink, she was spectacular. Her frame was tall ...nd lean, like a cheerleader, but she was not really into being a spectator. She was more of an athlete. She liked to climb, loved to bike, and played football and tennis on the side. She was, in a word, very well balanced. She was also completely out of my league. Which is why I was surprised to see her standing next to me, while I was sitting. Sam could only shake his head with a smile. They weren’t being insulting to them they were just stating the facts. Smiling larger he had to admit he was starting to like the Queen more and more.[Why thank you Sam. We of our planet have a particular corresponding sentiment for your being.] The Queen told Sam.Sam’s smile faded fast as he shook his head. Christ it was like being in a room of professors![Wait, ] Sam thought to the Queen. [How did you ‘hear’ that? Those were private thoughts!][Yes. Amanda raised her head up from the mat a little ways and stared angrily at the chieftain. Her mouth was slightly parted and she was making soft gasping pants as he continued to amorously fondle her perky breasts. She gently sucked on her lower lip when he said something to her and then went back to the soft panting as he started to fuck her even harder.She grunted loudly and her eyelashes fluttered for a moment and then she gradually laid her head back down on the mat. It seemed as if she. She was about ten minutes working,and then she stepped back with a dish in her hand. In the dish were myballs, now I was a castrated Shemale, never to be male again. I had tocome back in a week to remove the stitches and had to keep the area cleanand dry. The two guys came in to help me up, I pointed to the dish andthey both had big grins. A week later I went back and she removed thestitches, at last I could put on my thong. It fitted wonderfully,obviously the cock cage was no good now and I.