Marsha rarely let the men we castrated fuck her, so it was a treat to see and I could tell she was enjoying herself. She was running her tongue around...her lips, and her two hands were pinching the boy's nipples, tweaking them, as she rode his pole and felt his quivering cock bulging inside of her. I set the blade up against the top of his scrotum, just underneath the tightly wrapped tubing. My right hand held the knife, and my left hand pulled downward on his balls. Then I waited. Marsha was. I faced him with something akin to anger on my face. Fear and submission must’ve been what he expected because when he didn’t get the appropriate response, he slowed down and a cautious light lit his eyes. ‘No more masks? Thank God! I’m not good with guess work.’ My tones were mild. He glared at me with knit eyebrows. ‘This is your last warning Mr. Obinna Osondu…stay away from Diane.’ ‘Give me a reason? Slashing my tires was a childish prank to keep your girlfriend. I’ve got new ones as you. I reached puberty and thought that I was too mature to go pick fruit with my family. I never realized how lucky I was until I no longer had the opportunity to feel a peach loosen and relinquish it’s hold on the tree that had given it life. One day, my boyfriend and I were traveling to Gatlinburg Tennessee for a short vacation. As we sped along Interstate 26, signs began to appear as if ghosts of my childhood. ‘Fresh Peaches, 2 Miles Ahead’ I watched as the sign disappeared behind the car and. "Hey, Sugar Ray," she said, approaching Sagar, the Indian-American Brother. "Can we drag those benches the guys used last night over here? I have an idea." Sure, Andi. Hey, Fellows." He then moved off to get some of the other Brothers to help manhandle the benches over near the action for this evening. Once they were lined up nearby, Andi asked Sagar to have five of the Brothers sit down on the ends of the benches facing toward the action and lean back.After they had done so, Andi backed her.