I didn’t talk to anyone, but everyone kept looking at each other with equal amounts of anticipation and reservations. I began to slowly undress. It ...asn’t a long process since it was summer and all I was wearing was a t-shirt and shorts, but I slowed down noticeably while taking my shorts off, revealing the jockstrap I was wearing.I noticed that a couple of guys stopped and looked at me. I’m in my forties, but I work out regularly and although I'm not in the great shape of my youth, I’m also. I admit, I really enjoyed it, but now I know where all the extra energy was coming from.”Scott reached over and massaged both of her dangling boobs, gently pinched the nipples of each, and said, “I know you really want to get your hands on Derek’s big cock again, so go ahead….I’m sure he won’t mind at all.”Amy looked even more surprised, and said, “Really?”Scott said, “Sure. I’m sure he’s not asleep yet. Just come back afterwards and let me fuck the shit out of you while you tell me all about. The painwas building. But her hands in my hair kept my head where it belonged.And then it happened. I felt the tip of the crop catch my little eggs. Itensed. I cried out. And she shuddered in delight."Dear, whatever you just did, do it again," she said.I tried shaking my head no. I tried begging silently. With every fiber ofmy being I tried to beg for mercy without actually saying the words.My poor little eggs, my "sissy ovaries" as Mistress called them, lockedin place by the humbler were. The afternoon had ended, but he didn’t want it to end. Well, the choice was hers; the choice was always hers.“I don’t know what to do next,” he told her. “We could stay here. I have eggs and I could fix you an omelet for dinner. We could go to a movie and eat out. We could even go to a movie and come back here, for that matter, but I wouldn’t take you to a place where the food is cooked as badly as I cook.”“Why don’t you take me home?” Well the choice was always hers, and that choice was always.