”“Feeling mellow yet?” she teased.“Definitely.”“Okay, I promise I won’t tell anyone anything,” she swore. “All our secrets will be o...r secrets, until the end of time.”“Good. Got any more joints?” I asked.“I have as many as you want and then more in the car.”“Of course you do. Fire one up and then I’ll tell you.”Alana lit a fresh one to share, so I moved my chair right next to hers. We exchanged a few tokes before I got the courage to speak up.“Heather is ... a crazy girl. Well, crazy isn’t the. So he doesn’t have a prick or balls or tits or cunt. According to Mistress Diana, who runs a rather specialized house of entertainment, “He is just useless.”Actually that isn’t true. Some of Mistress Diana’s customers– male or female– pay extra to fuck a true eunuch. Maybe he gets off being called useless... if it is possible for a eunuch to get off.We walked around the Carousel until we found puta. She, like the other eight slaves, was standing between two big steel tanks. The fat twins in the. He had his Corvette, similar to mine. We drove fast, and were at the Casino in no time. I just stayed there since I had a flight out for home the next day. It felt good to curl up next to Jon. We talked most of the night away, finally making sweet love in the wee hours of the morning like an old married couple. Jon pecked me on the cheek at the doorway to the airport, and was gone. Three hours later I was ringing the doorbell at home. Somehow it was like I had never left, everything was just a. But after a while, there was no sound at all. I waited there for more than 15 minutes. Then I got bored. I planned to have a handjob thinking about my sister. When I tried to get up from the floor with the help of the door handle. The door opened a little. My mind worked fast and I had a crazy idea. I entered my sister’s room and closed the door. As it was pitch dark, I took my phone and used the screen light to find my sister.They both were sound asleep. I came between her and her husband in.