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Karen nodded as Emily turned around to present her round little bottom to Evan's fevered eyes. He watched her start to slowly, almost dreamily thumb her knickers down as though she were drugged with her own lust. She sat heavily on his muscular stomach as she pulled her knickers completely off - her bra was still on. Karen looked on, her sadistic mind already looking forward to the castration. Emily held the column and directed it to her tight little entrance - the head of the organ was hot and sticky against the red swollen lips of her young sex. She rubbed it there - Evans groaned loudly, again prompting Karen to tighten her grip cruelly on his balls which she still held possessively. Emily pushed slowly down "Ooooh!" she moaned as the head eased in. Evans mind whirled, "God, she's so tight, I'll never go in". Emily was taking her time, however, relaxing and then pushing a little at a time. She cried out, "God, Karen, this is so good - Oh God, Oh God!" Evans could see her round bottom tightening slightly and then relaxing as he felt his column slide ever so slowly deeper into the hot, sticky, almost painfully tight vagina which he could just see tightly distended around his thick pulsing column. His breath was ragged with feverish lust. Karen took a prepared length of surgical cord from the small trolley next to her. The surface of this trolley gleamed with polished steel instruments ranging from the cruel-looking curved gelding shears, to tongs and the surgical clamp, to stainless steel bowls - on the lower part of the trolley were rubber gloves, anti-septic wipes and the like - far more than was necessary for gelding work infact. Close to Karen's feet stood the steel theatre 'waste' bucket - ready to receive 'offerings' from the women's hands.
Remarkably, Emily had managed to take practically the whole of Evan's big length into herself - she had paused and was savouring the fantastic sensations of being 'filled' by a man for the very first time - her breathing was accelerated and through her dainty nose. Karen looped the pre-prepared noose over the big nestling balls and began pulling - the ball sac began to balloon characteristically - until she finally wound the cord tightly around the sac and secured it. Evans was conscious of Karen's activities below but could not see them - his mind was more and more consumed by a desire to come into this girls tightly gripping femininity. Emily had begun to rock her hips gently backwards and forwards - and had begun fingering herself delicately. Evans was very much 'on the boil' but her slow actions were frustrating his attempts to 'shoot' within her - a situation made worse by his complete inability to move his hips and agitate his manhood as he would have liked. Karen astutely sensed the man's inability to 'conclude' due to Emily's slow actions and decided to tease him further. Moving around to his side, she began by un-hooking her bra and allowing her gorgeous breasts to 'tumble' out before his eyes. "Do you want to see my pussy you dirty sex-offender?" she breathed close to him - he frantically nodded his assent almost without thinking. He watched mesmerised as she thumbed her knickers down over her wide womanly hips - her brown pubic hair slowly coming into view until it formed a dense triangular thatch at the junction of her beautiful thighs. Karen moved closer, her breasts swinging in front of his tortured features - and pushed the sweaty crotch of her knickers against his nostrils. "Smell me pervert, smell the pussy of the woman who is going to punish your manhood - permanently. I'm going to take you big balls away from you - and drop them in the waste bucket - where they belong - sex offender! Continued in part 5.
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