“Yes, of course. Uncensored.”Like lots of men, I enjoy castration fantasies. Mandy had somehow discovered this before she met me. I masturbate whi...e I watch online porn showing simulated castrations. If I time it right, then just as the victim in the film is parting company with his balls, mine spurt themselves empty. But suppose the castration were real, not pretend? Would it excite me or horrify me? Make me hard or make me sick? Perhaps I’d find out as I watched Part Three.“The specimens. Two days later on the friday I received a text from a number I didn't recognise, when I text back it was this girl, she said "I have to see you" I replied "Ok Saturday 11:30am in the supermarket car park. Saturday came and I took Donna to work at 10am, came home and had a shower and went to meet this mysterious young girl.Her car was parked in the area I'd told her to be in, I parked along side of her and she smiled at me before getting out of hers and into mine. As she got in she said "Thank. ”“That will do, and I know you have housekeeping money here too. I’ll have that as well.”Kim sighed. There was nothing she could do about it. She had had this argument so many times and it was useless. Just like him. She left the money on the fireplace and decided to walk to work, she didn’t want to run out of petrol on the way. She arrived late. She let herself into the dark shop. She began to turn the shop sign to open.“Stop “said the voice behind her. “Your late, why, it’s unlike you?”Kim. Where was Stephen? Then she relaxed, knowing he was staying with a friend overnight."Come to my bedroom my love. We shall be more comfortable there." Fran whispered.They walked arm in arm to the master bedroom. There was no rush, no mad panic of clothes discarded all the way up the stairs to plunge onto the bed to thrash about for seconds before climaxing... "Teach me what to do", Fran whispered into Frédérique's ear."Tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable."Light hands.