.. empty, for a lack of a better word.I reached down with my hand to investigate and received the shock of mylife. I expected to feel my penis but all...I felt was a flat crotch. Isearched with my hand at the join of my legs and it was unmistakablethat I had a smooth crotch that simply curved downwards between my legs.I had no penis. I had no testicles. Farther down between my legs I feltwhat seem to be a puffy swelling of skin that was sensitive to touch.With my heart racing a pulled the covers. Although I'd never been there, "The Taste", as it was locally known, had the reputation of being one of the finest restaurants in town."Of course, estupido, why else would I ask?"I knew better than to reply and just started driving in that direction.* * *As we entered the restaurant, an elderly fellow in a suit and tie hurried over and gave Chanticleer a slight bow."Welcome, Señorita Chanticleer, I have the table you picked out all prepared. Would you like to be seated now?" That would be nice,. She panicked and looked away. “ Claude isn’t around is he? “ I boldly asked her after opening my screen door.“ No, he’s actually out of town for work. “I walked out of my door and into her yard, then the porch. She sat down in her chair in awe of my slim, 6’3 rock solid body. “ Oh my God, “ she whispered. I stood in front of her. Her faces was inches away from my dick. I lifted my cock and without a request or order Teresa closed her eyes and opened wide, thirsty to suck it. The warmth of her. Brooke slowly came to the attention that she was naked. She tried to sit upright, but a rough feeling rope secured her hands above her head. Her feet were tired to the foot board. "Yo, Brian! She's awake!" the shout pierced Brooke's sore head like an arrow. Almost instantly, hands were feeling all over her body. She struggled, and was rewarded with a smack."Don't resist. We'll make it worse if you do." Brooke tried to cry out, but a ball gag was forced between her lips. The rough hands.