"If I wanted you castrated. Your cock removed, your balls removed, you would let me?"My heart beat faster than it ever had in my whole life. Castrated... I really liked my cock. I was sure he just wanted to know I honestly submitted to him, and the horny twenty-year-old I was just screamed out "Yes master, yes I submit to you fully."He rubbed his hands over my cock faster this time, pumping, stroking, jerking me until I was almost ready to cum. "Oh fuck, fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I. “About what?” She took a deep breath. “About not sleeping with a woman again.” I felt a pang. “Oh,” I said. “What is the truth?” She took another deep breath. “You remember about three years ago when we went up to the lake with Tim and Natalie and that other couple?” Tim and Natalie had been next-door neighbors and good friends until last year, when Tim got transferred and they moved across the country. Tim’s family had a big cabin on the shore of a lake two hours north of us, and several. ”Brad’s sudden loss of a smile, and his firm rapid establishment of a stone face startled Jennifer briefly. “Is there... ?” she began.“NO!” Brad said tersely.Then, his expression softened a bit and he said to his secretary, “Jen, I am going to be working on some paperwork here for a while. You can take what time you need to get familiar with our new work space and the new phone system.“Please see that I am not disturbed for at least two hours.” Then Brad turned and very abruptly closed the door. But he hasn't been checked for intruders. Spats remains.She put him down, walked to her office, and shooed the cat out the door. A few keystrokes and she was set up. She grabbed a felt-tipped pen and wrote on a piece of paper rescued from her printer.Then she opened the door and held the paper where Spats could see it."Email me at [email protected]"The Traveler operated under an assumed name: Greg Harrison. That was the name registered in MPC. No one could look him up or find him under that.