“Ladies,” said the castratrix, “I present this new toy which I lately have designed and made. I call it the penis harpoon. The rod and spikes ar...e of titanium alloy.”Everyone, including me, now divined the harpoon’s purpose. Specimen Eight foresaw the fate of its penis and began to struggle, but the straps around its neck, waist and ankles held it still, and its wrists were secured to the hooks in the sides of the post. The audience cheered. My legs crossed themselves.“That’s brutal,” I said.. There were lots to choose from but none that really caught her imagination, until after an hour or so she came across a small, discrete site that had a couple of girls who caught her eye. They were marketed as postgraduate students, in the UK to pursue their studies but working in the evenings and nights. The one that Angie was most drawn to had big doe-like eyes, long chestnut hair and a full sensuous mouth. She was called Clara. She found her hand between her legs pressing on her clit as she. The movement of the bus was making me nauseous, the cold sweats kicked in, and I realised I was going to have to get off and NOW! I got off the bus and got rid of the evenings refreshments , while hanging on to a low wall. And Jane got off, with me and held my hand, and mopped my brow and took me home and looked after me. Er…. No. Not exactly. She stayed on the bus, forgot about us, and went off bleedin’ home. So I was recovering from seeing my lunch again, when this bloke came along. Don’t. Bacon and eggs or pancakes?"I must have stood there with my mouth open, caught unprepared by her appearance. Thankfully I had slipped on an old pair of running shorts before descending. Again, old habits... mother never condoned nudity around our home.Slipping into a chair in the kitchen nook, I mumbled, "Pancakes." She turned back to the counter, where, I saw, she had all the ingredients for both orders laid out and prepared. I could not tell you the last time she had made me breakfast - not.