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My eunuch husband Jim helped me again. I had this client who ordered a final solution for a rival in Chicago. He seemed to be on the up & up, so I accepted the down payment and blew into the windy city in order to take care of my contract. After concluding business, I mailed the gonads to my client and went back home to Jim. After a couple of weeks, I had not received the final payment. The job was certainly final, so I expected payment. I sent Mr. Scrooge a polite email reminding him of the second $10,000 due. No reply. I sent two more emails with no result. I even made two phone calls, but he disconnected his cell. I was pissed. Then Jim suggested a course of action, and helped with the technology. Back to the Windy City I went, and sought out my client. I knew his home address, so I waited there for him to leave one morning. He worked as a manager in a video store in one of the suburbs. Shortly after he opened the store, I entered. He had never seen me before, so he showed no surprise. It was early on a Tuesday morning, so I was the only customer. Actually, he would be "the customer" receiving the services though. :) I wore a very low cut blouse to show off my ample assets to their best advantage. He noticed. I called out and asked for some help, and he was only too anxious to come out from behind the counter and join me by the racks of DVDs. As he faced me, I threw my arms around him and introduced myself. Im Sharon Fox I said, and he looked shocked. Just then I pressed a button on a small remote control that I held in my hands behind my back. I wore a very special hi tech bra that Jim had modified for me. On either side of my boobs there was a small cylinder with a CO2 charged syringe of a paralyzing agent. As we hugged, Mr. Scrooge got two little pricks in his chest and two injections set off by the remote. His eyes were locked on my cleavage as the syringes did their job. The paralyzing agent works quickly, and he slumped to the floor, wide awake but unable to move. You really should have paid your bill I told him. Your victim dangled his balls by my pussy as he filled my womb with his cum. You got your moneys worth in his doom, just as we agreed, and you received his balls as the contract specified I said. Your victim got to enjoy himself just before the end, kind of like a condemned mans last meal. You however will get no such pleasure since you are a skin flint and a cheat. I took the keys out of his pocket and locked the front door, turning off the OPEN sign and turning on a CLOSED sign. I went back to him and unbuttoned my blouse. It had two small holes now. I unfastened my bra and slid down my skirt. Heres what your target got to feast upon for his last meal. You will just get to look. Of course he could not reply verbally, but I could see the reply from his penis in the tent rising in his slacks. . With that I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his paralyzed ankles. Then I slid off his boxers. I found it funny that he sported a raging hard-on as I pulled out a carving knife from my shopping bag. I am sure he would have screamed if he could, but not a sound came forth as I sliced off his balls. He watched with a combination of pain, fear, and awe as I held up one ball, opened my mouth, and chewed it up. One down the hatch, one to go I said, and then repeated with his other ball. They actually tasted pretty good, kind of like a chewy version of steak tartar. No more babies for you! Now for your final suck-off I said and sliced off his big boner. He was bleeding out as I held up his dick and began to suck on its little head. Oh, Ill just let you finish I told him, and I stuffed his penis into his own mouth. He gurgled a little and passed out. He would bleed to death within 15 minutes, and the cops would assume it was a mafia hit. I slipped out the back door of the store and headed back home. Simple lesson here: Pay your bills. Bill collection can be a painful process! I wonder what his penis would have tasted like. I guess Ill have to find out on some future man. Maybe YOU? Thinking of you guys, Sharon Fox [email protected] |