‘Don’t work that beautiful mouth so hard,’ he said. ‘Miles,’ she gasped. ‘I didn’t even get close to working hard. I can give, when I wa...nt to, the best head in this state. A ton better than any twenty year old.’ Miles was confused by Ana’s remarks. What was she trying to prove? He took her face in his hands, looking at her. ‘You make your own decisions, right?’ Ana wasn’t sure what he meant, but she had a guess. But the fact was that she rarely made her own decisions, and often wanted and. No one recognized me, I didn’t look the same.’ -Ricky Nelson, ‘Garden Party’ The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It cast its beam across the marbled floor, onto the Persian rug, across the king-sized bed, and onto the face of Contessa Helena de San Finzione. She opened one eye slightly and the light entered it as well. Helena grumbled and turned over, burying her face in the chest of one of the castle guards. When Maria came back to the castle and gave. “Yes, I think so. They are bringing their own medical bag,” Liv laughed.“Are you okay with that?” he asked.“Well, yes. I don’t have a medical bag,” she teased.“Very funny, Liv. I should spank your sassy little ass,” Steve joked. “You know what I mean.”“Well, Michael, the guy who wrote to me, said if I am not into it, they would switch gears and just do whatever I want. So, I don’t know. I thought I would give it a try. I mean, I’ve discovered that when it’s done well, I enjoy being spanked. And. Ifinger them gingerly, and spread my fingers to probe the swollen fleshof my scrotum. Black holes of pain swallow my consciousness. From theabyss I deduce the meaning of the strange new landscape between my legs.My balls are gone. I am castrated. The ceiling stains pulsate and swirl, like the changing boundaries andrules of my startling new reality. My new tits and the castration sitethrob with each anxious pulse beat. My most exotic and dangerousfantasies have been fulfilled. I am.