I decorated the room with candles, lit incense sticks and spread rose petals everywhere. My room was in the back of the house, the door didn't have a ...ock. It wasn't too far away from their bedroom. The bride waited with a veil over her face. Her husband was drinking with his friends. After the guests and servants had left, he entered their bedroom. The house was quiet, and I could hear most of what was happening. I imagined what I couldn't hear. I was tempted to sneak up and peep in through a. The party was to be held on a Saturday at my house. I prepared everything by myself and made sure that I had a variety of DVDs available for my guests along with snacks and drinks. The DVDs included straight porn, gay porn, and even a couple of bestiality flicks.On the appointed afternoon, my motley crew began showing up. It was quite a cross-section of perverts: a seventy-year-old straight man (Carl), two gay twenty-year-olds (David and Matt), and a thirty-year old transvestite (Dawn). Carl. “You need to tell me. Otherwise I’m gonna be a wreck.”“Fine,” I grumped a little. “Spoil my surprise. You know how Emma’s family invited me out for the summer?”“Yeah. I wish I could go too,” she said wistfully. “We have family out there, but airfare is so expensive.”“Well, I talked to Emma last night and told her I wasn’t comfortable leaving everyone behind while I went on vacation for the summer,” I told her.“No!” she said. “You should go! California’s amazing in the summer.”“That’s what Emma. She bend down, grabbed thebag and put it right on my scrotch."Mmmmmpf".I screamed into the gag because it was obviously an ice bag. After awhile she lifted the bag and my penis had shriveled so much that itmerely resembled a clit. She deftly emptied my sack by pushing my ballsback into the body."That?s where they belong to. They are nothing more than ovaries whichjust go back to were they belong to anyway."She took a syringe, looked at me and said: "I am not that cruel a girl,this is to prevent.