After another evening of fine dining with a meal from Micky D's I reopened the briefcase and cautiously tried to see what this computer did. I finally...got to a menu and found a tutorial, if nothing else Uncle Carl was a perfectionist when it came to computers. The more I read the more I couldn't believe what it said. It seemed that by using this machine I could scan the body of another person and that data would be placed into the computer and with the use of the Stealth Blanket a person could. He knew by now we were going to unman him, and he fought and struggled then with a desperation that only a man being castrated can truly understand. Up and down he jerked his body, trying to thrust his hips and somehow shake his bonds. Of course, the tie of rubber that was noosing his nuts was hurting like hell, and his eyes were wide and he kept shaking his head side to side in desperation. Marsha rode him up and down, her big tits bouncing as he struggled, the boy staring at them in spite of. I was wearing a normal swimsuit that you could see just a slight budge where my cock is so I had to watch my self as I did not want to an erection or it would be easily seen. I would try to keep my distance, this way I would not have to worry too much.The girls were now playing volleyball on the beach and all I could think of was watching them with their beautiful tanned bodies and skimpy bikinis and all had great bodies. Every time I would start getting an erection I forced myself to. Having touched her clitoris with ice before she knew the feeling but had never had it done by someone else. Opening her mouth to sigh or moan or say something it just froze agape, making an oval whooshing sound as she breathed in and out.When his tongue finally parted her wafery labia the warmth of it was equally shocking, bringing forth a faux climax as it traveled to her aching clit where the nascent orgasm became real, universal, and gigantic. The voice that whisper-screamed, “Oh my God.