“That should be enough time for the anesthetic to have taken effect. Two large incisions. Since the scrotum is going, it will make this easier and q...icker. Enjoy.”She took the proffered scalpel and began cutting on the left side of the scrotum. She cauterized the wound to reduce bleeding. She reached in and got my ball in her fingers and extracted it out through the hole. She tied off the cord and cinched it tight to reduce any bleeding. Then holding it with one hand, she used the scalpel to. Her eyes looked past me and over my shoulder. I turned and saw a beefy man in a sports shirt and designer jeans. He radiated menace and authority.Cleo's eyes had become frozen marbles. The man was wearing a cruel smile to match the dead snake's eyes in his head. This was a nasty one, I thought. He caught sight of Cleo and lifted a languid hand to wave a limp greeting at her. His almost effeminate hand movement was totally out of character from someone who looked like a rugby fullback. Then he. As I finished washing him he turned around and we faced each other.Daddy washed his chest and legs while I waited for the soap. Finally he was done and handed the slippery soap to me. I dropped it and quickly put my hand under the water. My hand searched around, found the bar but it scooted away. Feeling around again I suddenly found my hand holding his penis."Oops, sorry Daddy. I don't think that's the soap." I was about to let go when once more I felt his penis growing. This time I wanted to. I forget.We hid amongst our friends as friends. Dining, laughing, cracking unsavory jokes. Celebrating life in all its shitty splendor. Playing your out of tune guitar all night. Not a single stolen look crossed the room. Denial. Sweet presence. I wanted to touch your hair.We kissed when they left. Showed parts and licked them, sucked them. You asked me to taste you. I grabbed your ass and felt your petite but strong frame against mine. I never knew you were this delicate, your fragile.