I felt so young with her- out at sea. What would we talk about? Maybe I could just go straight to bed. Well, I think we should have a drink! Jill grab...ed to bottles of beer from the small refrigerator, and twisted the top off mine, handing it to me before opening hers. Cheers! Jill said, clinking her bottle to mine. She drank down half of a beer. I drank, too. Jill talked about herself and offered me a second beer, Dont worry, I know you are underage, but these are lite, she said then flashed. She was quite satisfied with herself, when the doorbell rang.Michael didn’t look up as Anne went out.They were four, with Anne the Queen. Marsha, who looked like a cockatoo because of her irritating hairstile and way too much colours on her. Grace, who was getting ungraceful chubby as getting on in ages. Agnes, whoose long slender figure made Anne think of a ghost. On top of that, she was always wearing white “to look innocent” as she said. Yes, there was no doubt, Anne was the queen among. He told me the rules were not to touch anyone with my hands, and I had to guess who with only my mouth – I could hear the guys lining up as they played with their cocks to get them hard. He said ‘here’s the 1st contestant, now open your mouth’ next thing I knew there was a semi-soft cock in my mouth – the first cock I have had in years, I flashed back to my teens when I was forever sucking off my friend whenever I could. I started playing with his cock having my tongue swirl around it and it. “It don’t worry me what they done I’m just making sure doing it again ain’t no fucking option.”“So what is the therapy?” I asked.“I’ll show you later,” he promised, “But basically you slit their fucking ball bag open with a fucking stanley knife, slit the bollock veins and that crap so the fucking bollocks fall on the floor so the dog can have them.”“Bloody hell!” I gasped.He laughed, “Next off chop off their fucking cock meat and make the hole in their pelvis bigger for a cunt, I use a air.