I love a man who has a cock and balls. I would love to get on my knees right now and suck on a mans cock and balls. But your no man. You stand before ...e wearing ladies underwear. Your face is painted like a hussy. Your manhood is locked in a cage and you gave me the key. So your cock and balls are mine now. Your manhood belongs to me. So what I’m going to do now is for my pleasure. I hear what I’m going to do causes a man great pain. I have watched men fall to their knees and sob uncontrollably. There were some couples there when we arrived and a couple of single guys. Nothing out of the ordinary, party chitchat, flirting and the single guys were friendly to both members of the couples. No pressure or any sort of pushiness. Most of the folks were out by the pool but one couple was inside the house. Several of the guys went inside, including our host, so I wandered in too. A woman was sitting in the office area and chatting, laughing and drinking with her husband and several guys. I. His hands tightened around the folds of the curtain as he watched her round the corner, his very being tightening up in anticipation as his eyes followed her hungrily. She was wearing her dark, mid-thigh-length coat, and he could see her shapely leg taking carefully measured steps. Her head was bent down, as always, obscuring her features, and he wondered once again what he would see if she looked up. He knew a little about her her skin was milky pale in comparison to her dark coat. Her hair. I expected teams would fill the 10k field with any runner they couldn’t put in the 5k. After all, a guy could jog 10k and still feasibly place for his school.But the most exciting thing was the daily update on our growing patronage. Our email campaign was reaching more people than we ever expected. It was almost like having a chain letter going around. And someone posted it on Facebook as a fund raiser. By Thursday we had 150 subscribers on Patreon. They ranged from a dollar to twenty-five.