’ There were curtains in the RV but she said to leave them because she liked the view and we could undress in the dark. I sat on the bed and wrapped... my arms around her waist. I eased her underwear down. She smelled like woman. I was hard. She dropped her shirt and bra, and pushed me back. I rolled us over and pulled up covers. The bed was cold. ‘Can we warm up?’ ‘You want some tea with brandy?’ ‘Later. I want you first.’ She put my hand in her crotch, which was soft and moist. Her hand found my. Sweat broke on its forehead and then over the rest of its body. It was shaking. The audience cheered and applauded.The upper part of the nail through the penis was still visible. The castratrix tapped it with the hammer until the head was flush with the skin. Then she took her second nail, held it in front of her victim’s eyes, grinned, and drove it into the base of the cock until it too entered the log. Specimen One vomited and had to be cleaned again. Its scrotum was now crushed under the. The metrowas packed with sexily dressed women, school kids and some men. When sheentered the wagon a schoolboy, perhaps 14, stood up for her to sit down. Nextto this boy was another dressed alike and the third in the row was a girl, oneyear older she guessed. All of them attended the elitist Irish School, as their uniform proudlyproclaimed, but now they were just playing with their mobile phones. Her metrojourney was as uneventful as always and finally she entered her office. Thereshe rowed up. Jane suggested a game of pool so we started playing, when Michelle said, “Let’s make it fun and play strip pool. For every ball you don’t sink you have to loose some clothing. I was a bit taken aback at first with the alcohol and the idea of seeing both them naked or at least partly naked, but I took control and said sure, why not.First up was Jane. She lost her shoes. “Too easy,” she said. Then Michelle lost her skirt right up, but her shirt covered past her ass, so nothing to see there. Then.