Anita stared directly into my eyes as she displayed the very scalpel that had swiftly removed the male’s manhood forever; I looked at the delectable... leather clad bitch and yearned for her to take my balls. Anita read my mind and laughed wickedly as she saw me focus on the blade, almost longingly.“Not today you worthless wretch, your mistress would not thank me; we both want some enjoyment from you whilst you are still a slave to your balls. When your mistress has tired of you, we’ll have you up. He tied behind my head, and threw with his mouth ajar on mine, introducing me to all his tongue once morbid.Our tongues were a good time taking a pulse, he clearly winning.At the same time, with the other hand, squeezing my buttocks, eager.With the first struggle, I climbed the shirt up to the ribs, allowing me to feel the contact with his penis, and the heat given off, against my abdomen.With your foot accompanied the door, closing it surreptitiously. But my senses were awakened, and he was. I let her have her fun on her own now. Its that Trust side of the marriage. It's taken some time to build. I had an extremely jealous episode where I filmed some things I saw differently than her. I saw a bond developing I did not like. Once jealousy creeps in its difficult to deal with. It tears at you mentally emotionally. We talked through it. She admitted something more did arise but we all stepped back and realized this was what we wanted that she and I are married, #2 is the surrogate.. ." she said, lookinglost in thought for a moment. "Um but, I'm supposed to be helping you withthis..." Oh um sorry. I just like can't stop thinking about cute guys," I giggled.The girl was giving me a strange look as if she thought I was like anidiot or something, but she didn't say anything and helped me put on theuniform. Soon enough I was wearing the full maid uniform; a frilly blackand white top that showed off some cleavage, a matching skirt, a frillywhite petticoat, some long white.