“I think the problem is here” said Lindsay while taking a hold of my scrotum and squeezing it forcefully “Ah, aaah, please stop, ah, ah” I cri...d out.“You said that you didn’t mean to spy on us” she continued. “Well that means that instead of thinking with your brain you were thinking with your balls. So the only way to prevent you from doing such appalling things in the future; is to cut them off”.“What” I shouted, my eyes almost jumping out of their sockets, “NO, PLEASE, NO”.She let go of my. "Do you think I make a good Daria?" she asked the blond weasel-faced werewolf standing beside her. Nadine Holliday wore a green sweater vest and black skirt. She and two other tabloid journalists were assigned to infiltrate Manson's party at the last minute. Her favorite angst-filled MTV character was the quickest costume Nadine could rustle up."You look great," Gary Parker, the werewolf, replied. He wore a full-length fur outfit with fangs and makeup instead of a mask. Gary was hoping that no. My eyes closed as my fingers found the deep crinkly labia, damp now as my fingertip slid the length of first one and then the other lip.Her breathing the only demonstration of her enjoyment, heavy now her nose whistling slightly as the only air passage, her mouth she had said was gagged. My finger found the wet and smooth hood, protecting her clitorise, soft though rigid, the nerve centre, the book had said so.My finger moved on, finding that wet and slippery tunnel, slipping into her body like. "Then, she added the bombshell, "I really want to do it, Charlie, I want us to join their group." And, when is this little dinner party?" Weekend after next, on Saturday night. They all pretty much sleep over and make a night out of it. Maybe you'd get to fuck Linda. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I saw you two looking each other over pretty good." Well, hon, she's pretty hot and with all you've told me, I guess she's about as close to a nympho as you can get." It's how she describes herself,.