* * *The next couple days, David failed to catch Peter and his mother in the act, and was even surprised when they weren't home when he got of... work. He figured that they probably did it during lunch, and then drove back to their office, and an idea formed in his head.It was Friday, and David got up as usual, drank the coffee his mom had set out for him, and then left as though he were going to work. He parked his car a couple blocks away, called to let his boss know that he was feeling. We have all night, and all weekend, and this piano music is perfect.When the pianist finishes his set, we finish our drinks and make our way up to my suite. We are alone in the elevator, and my hands go to her tush, framed so nicely in the snug dress. I pull her tightly in close to me, and we kiss passionately, as the elevator whirrs on its way to my floor. Her hand reaches down between my legs, and finds my rapidly engorging penis. As our tongues dance in each other’s mouths, she rubs, outside. Her choot was clean-shaven. The cunt lips were stuck together and her swollen clit was peeping out from in between."Rajaji ne teri choot kab phardi? (When did Rajaji deflower you?)" I asked running my finger through her lower lips."Last week," she said softly."Then what happened?" I said."Do din tau Rajaji ne choda, phir chote malik ne choda akhir main majle malik ne choda (Rajaji fucked me for two days, then the youngest sir fucked me. Lastly, the middle sir fucked me)," she said blushing."Aur. Her long, nylon-clad legs, curvaceous body and feminine mannerisms made me shudder. Just then, a tiny rubber band popped out of the metal ring, and snapped extremely tightly around the top of my balls. I knew it was tight enough to cut off all of the blood supply, meaning my testicles would begin to die. I was actually being castrated! It was really happening. I was a eunuch now.Before I could catch my breath, two injection needles poked me, one above the band and one into my scrotum. My sack.