Then my hand was on my genitals. That sort of squidgy feeling they have, is that pleasant and exciting to a guy? It certainly was to me, as I felt a h...ge rush of adrenalin and my heart was going mental. Was I really doing this in public? I looked up to make sure nobody could see. The guy was reading his paper, the woman diagonally opposite seemed to be falling asleep. My finger found my clit and I found a story on Lush that I liked. This wasn't going to be a long slow one! My whole body. You have been keeping your testicles tucked upinside your abdomen for too long. Every week or so you should have allowedthem recovery time in their natural position; as a result of this abuse,they have atrophied; softened; and become a natural centre for harbouringdisease. They are currently so putrid that they are poisoning your wholebody. I'm afraid there is no option but to remove them." I must haveblinked in astonishment because he reiterated; "Yes I have to castrateyou. It is either that. "Do you ever get anything important on that machine, sir?" Floyd asked."Yes, I do quite often, but not today. A lot of ads pile up over the weekend. Here's one for a seminar in Bermuda. Maybe I shouldn't delete that one." He glanced up at Floyd."Hah! I get it." Floyd gave himself a mock slap on the forehead. "Can't say as I blame you. You've had a lot of pressure lately." A little more than my fair share," Frank agreed."Miss Jeannette had me make out six security passes on Friday night. Who're. Gibson. I was then introduced to Kizzy, Mrs. Gibson’s daughter. Kizzy was her mother in minature. Slight of build though, long jet black hair, slightly dark complexion, deep black eyes. She was obviously going to bud into a beauty but hadn’t quite reached the “budding” stage yet. She had an impish smile and her eyes shone with mischief. “You’ve got your hands full tonight” said Meg “Kizzy can be a right demanding little madame!” she whispered in my ear. “Now you must be firm with her” said Mrs..