All that was left of his dick was atiny nub, barely as big as a bean, sticking out above a smooth expanse offlesh. "This?" he demanded, voice pitched ...ysterically high. "This iswhat you wanted for me? To remove my penis?" In part..." Gabrielle admitted, lips widening into a grin. "But don?tworry. I won?t leave you like this... it?s not at all what I want foryou." She leaned in, after saying this, and though Marcus flinchedbackward he couldn?t prevent his wife?s finger from touching his. She seemed ecstatically wild in the process and almost maniacally out of control before the night was over. The next morning however she was morose. Saturday night at the Hotel Cleveland during and after the telling of her story she seemed devastated. I was a nineteen year old kid who was not really ready for such a complex psychological exercise. The more serious issue was how attached I was becoming to Marcia. It didn’t make sense to me. I should have been turned off by a female who engaged. “It tickles!” I tell him. He chuckles at this and kisses my stomach more, wanting to hear me giggle again. I do laugh out and then I start to swat at him. Somehow in the act of trying to get him to stop tickling me, I end up on top of him. “Alright, alright! I’ll stop!” He say’s, smiling at me. I sit there on him and look down at him with a smile on my face. The sun is behind me and is outlining me. The inner sprite in me is clearly visible to him. “God, you are so beautiful. Even more than. He gently with a reverance that only the mostsubmissive sissy could manage, dabbed that wonderously light brown curlyhaired muffin with the panties, he was in sissy nirvanna."MMMMM, that feels heavenly sweety, you have such a light touch. Wouldyou like to give me a shy little peck there honey, you can if you wantto, I know I would positively love it if you would."Leslie couldn't help it he wanted to worship this Womanly Cunt more thananything. He very slowly reverently leaned in and gave it a.