Startedshaking me."I have had just about enough of you!" she gritted through her teeth."Going to teach you a lesson!"I grappled with her, and was give...n a dreadful surprise. She was soft andgirlish. Her uniform was satiny smooth, her lace apron and capaccentuated her femininity - but all of a sudden I knew who was actuallyplaying the female role in our little contest. My arms were pretty. Softand weak - and helpless against her. My breasts strained against the brain another indication of my. I debated with myself about answering it. I knew that NSA was listening, but I decided I would have to at some point."Hello Wilson, do you want your toy back?" I asked."Not why I'm calling. You probably should keep it," he said."A girl can never have too many toys," I said in my best sexy voice. "If not the Toy what do you want?" I knew he was about to pass a code key to me."Nothing just calling to see how things were working out for you. Now that I have talked to you I feel better." Good, then. "Let's see how you do now, shall we?" she murmured as he continuedshrieking! Pressing her clit against the pair of testicles on herchair, clenching her butt together, she knew she would cum now,and just before his remaining testicle was hanging by a bloodythreat, she had a multiorgasm, trembling and sighing and moaning,as it joined its twin. Looking up, she was pleased he was stillconscious, sobbing and moaning, as she expertly sutured him up. Her face flushed, her breasts sweaty and blood. I was thinking since we can hear you cumming....if you would masturbate while I am giving him a hand job..." She was nodding her head quickly with this smile of complete and total lust. "Do you think he'd go for it?" "I have my ways." "How would you do this? I mean, the timing?" "I'll call you when I get everything in motion. How does that sound?" "Uh......FUCK YEAH!" We both laughed. So Saturday rolls around. He and I have breakfast as we usually do. Then he asks the same question he always.