Especially in bed, where they would lay flat on their back, making no sound, like they were dead! And me trying everything to please them! I got never...fulfilled my dreams to have anal sex, or even a blowjob. What a pity.I always had been into petticoats, nice dresses and lingerie, too. No, no the kind you think right now - I prefer them on girls, not on a hairy male body, like mine! And all the women I had been with before did not care much about their clothes.So it is not hard to understand. "Well he was smart enough to leave Jim tied up for a few days. The mistake was hanging around and letting the man loose." Michael laughed. "Jim has a raging a temper and it takes a long time for Jim to forgive. Well Jim smashed the mans head in with the fire poker. At least the poor devil died within the first four or five hits."Cleo looked at Michael. Why was he telling her this?"Not like Jim could talk and tell anyone hey?" Michael laughed a bit. "Well I don't like head aches. Maybe I'll do. They had decided that my former cock was the perfect size, longer and thickerthan average, but not so large that a woman would find it uncomfortable onceshe got used to it. The molds from my cock would be used extensively by thegroup in the manufacture of sex appliances. They felt it would only be fairif Shannon received a sample of the new and improved devices in compensationfor my sacrificed cock. I had tears in my eyes as we unwrapped theappliances. I kept thinking back to the days when a. "Oh dear, it looks like someone has had a bit too much to drink," hechortled."No, no, sir, just new shoes that I am not used to," I squeaked, halftelling the truth and half lying as suddenly I did feel a little tipsy."Well, if you think you can manage, perhaps you should clear the tableand bring us some coffee in the lounge." Yes sir," I responded, standing up carefully glancing at the nearlyempty bottle of wine. He had barely touched his glass. How much had Ihad to drink?!Clearing the table.