I went in the kitchen, made myself a pot of coffee, then I returned, to my now castrated slave., unlocking him, letting him out of the toilet, I left ...he restraints on his wrists so I can easily lock him back in the toilet, drinking all my piss, every last drop from now on, every day and every night. He's my full-time toilet slave now.I removed the band on his balls, still very dark black from lack of circulation, his balls are dead, no doubt about it, he's totally castrated now., about a month. He didn't mind the planning and brainwork of something like this being in other hands if the money were good enough, but violence had always been his business, and he sensed a sudden tinge of jealous concern flicker through his mind with the realization that even this was being taken from him. "I got guys that kin take care o' honky cops." You got guys that can use a shive or zip gun," the smooth self-assured negro said contemptuously. "That did the job last summer, but it won't do it this. " Can I at least get dressed?," Samantha said."Sure, whatever," Gary said. He was not yet fully back from his orgasm.Samantha found her bra and panties and Billy watched her get dressed.The other women came and sat down next to him. "Thanks Sarah andBrittany," he said, "I'll never forget your kindness." Our kindness?" Sarah said. "You were wonderful Billy."They watched Gary put his penis away and zip up his pants. "I've neverseen so much cum in all my life," Sarah said marveling at the. The women seemed to especially enjoy the flight.We lit Tiki torches around the pool and four floating torches in the pool. While steaks cooked on the grill, at Karen's request, I made Caesar salad of Romaine lettuce dressed, with Parmesan cheese, lemon juice, olive oil, egg, Worcestershire sauce, and black pepper. Erin deep fried French fries and onion rings. We had red wine, iced tea and beer for drinks. For dessert, Erin had fixed a lemon icebox pie. After we ate, I played a few tunes on the.