At lunch, Valerie and I made small talk, while waiting for our salads. “ You should get laid,” Valerie remarked. “ Gee, thanks. Are you sayi...g that I am getting a bit bitchy?” I remarked, dully. “ Yes. Incredibly bitchy. You act like your 66, instead of 36. You work, go home, work, sleep, get up, and go back to work. You are just as much of a workaholic as Malcolm,” she told me. “ Damn, Val! That’s low. I haven’t had a date in a couple of months. He hasn’t ever had one,” I exclaimed. . She sent reply”ok fine”.The very next day was Saturday we both met at gym.when she came to gym a she was looking hot as she was wearing t-shirt and jeans.as she was wearing tight t-shirt and her breasts was making me to stare at them.I said her that she is looking nice in t-shirt and jeans for that she said thanks.I told her that come to my home in the evening so that we both can go outside for shopping.She said that its better to meet near gym and we can go for shopping as she was not aware of. .git, had me down to a T in the bedroom damn my stupid curiosity damn it to hell. He flashed his most deviant smile, stroked my face before kissing me the kind of kiss that left me breathless and want his lips and his fingers in interesting places and his cock filling my tight pussy right up to the hilt. Before his kiss had time to begin to linger on my lips he'd picked up my pussy juice soaked undies and put them in my mouth gagging me with them."Now do you think you could hold off wetting. I am pretty. I give pleasure. I like making boys hard. My penis is gone?"Kathleen continued the deep conditioning for nearly twenty minutes. She knew that one session would not be enough to effect a permanent change. She would have to repeat the procedure over and over in the weeks to come in order to complete Michael's psychological castration. But there was still one last new connection to make. For she didn't want him truly neutered. Not even Kathleen knew herself if what she was about to do.