I suppose that I could have made things much easier on her – after all I was as big a slut as she was – but even though I loved my mom I loved my ...dad also and she was fucking over him.We managed to get through our time alone together over the weekend and it wasn't until the ride to work on Monday morning that she acknowledged the elephant in the room where we were concerned."Are you ever going to talk to me again?" We talk." You know what I mean. You used to talk with me all the time about. My teammates seemed perturbed I was hogging the ball. I told myself was trying to get us to victory, but the truth was by not looking for the open player or developing passes to lead to easy volleys I was hurting the team.Shots were bouncing off the rim and I even had two air balls. I wondered how this could be happening to me. I was the darling of the tournament and my picture was on the front page of our hometown newspaper. The more shots I missed the more perturbed I got. I started taking. Of course, this produced more screams from Harrison, but they were nothing like those he gave out when I crushed his balls.“Ah, Mr. Harrison, I am sure that gave you some hint of what I had in mind to do with my knife. In case you are unsure of what I have in mind, let me demonstrate.” With that, I took his cock in my left hand and held it so that I could cut off his cock head. I made the cut just behind the flare of the helmet. Ah, yes, now the screams returned to the volume I heard earlier.I. I couldn't even breathe as he was running it on my cheek. All I could think was that I sure told him no bleeding, but soon I realised he was cutting my shirt, my shorts and my panties, letting them fall on the floor. "This is gonna make it funnier when you're gonna get out of here!" he laughed. I didn't know what to feel anymore, anger or happiness that he didn't use it other way...He put it safe and then blindfolded me. "We're gonna play a little game." he whispered in my ear letting me feel.