I crossed also and sat on a bench nearby doing the same. For me it was part of my daily routine. For her, it seemed she had found a new place of beaut... and solitude to assist in steeling herself to face the day.We are aware of each other's proximity. We are aware that we are the subject of each other's reverie. We are each aware that the other is also aware. I see the yearning in her posture. In the way she turns briefly, just enough to catch me in the corner of her eye. I am just the right. We talked about it soon after I castrated him, I asked him, slave, now that you're castrated, how do you feel about having your tiny little useless clit dick cut off? I was surprised when my slave replied, Mistress, you know how I feel about having my tiny dick cut off, I'm OK with that! Mistress, you know that anything you want to do to me, or have done to me, is fine by me, Mistress, I'm your slave, you own me, do whatever you want to me, if that means having my little dick cut off, I'm Ok. I found seats for two of the girls who wanted to go with us. Nikki and Donna were anxious to be with us and wanted to see what had been offered to me for trading when I went there before.We stopped at the local bar where it should have been fun to be at, but it was filled with a bunch of wrestling buddies of a guy who had disappeared out at sea. The men thought the men from the park were responsible, but all they could to do is to speculate about it. It wasn’t possible for a group to do what. I thought he was going to leave, but instead he got himself a glass of wine. "We've always been honest about screwing around. You fuck Adrienne more than you fuck me. I don't get it. What's so different about Damien? You said he treated you like shit."I didn't want to answer his question, but I felt I owed it to him. "I can't explain it, but I know that the things Damien and I will be doing will make you less interested in me."Rob's expression turned suspicious. "What do you mean?" I don't want.