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My name is Sharon. As you may know from reading my last posting, I made my husband Jim into a eunuch some time back. I still love my eunuch-hubby a lot, but I really miss having a hard cock from time-to-time, and the lover I took after neutering my husband has moved on. My new job taking care of infestations is blossoming and taking more of my time anyway. However, to keep from being caught & arrested, I have begun to vary my technique in getting my job done. Let me share with you the story of one of my recent jobs, and the job benefits that came along. A nice woman named Megan had a problem. After 10 years of marriage, her husband had begun to stray often. She worked in a factory to earn enough money to get her young husband Josh through law school. After he graduated she continued to work, now as a supervisor, and helped Josh build his business. After some years, his business has taken off, they have amassed a few million dollars, and Megan no longer works. However she began to hear stories and see evidence. Josh was cheating. His secretary, a few clients, a waitress in a city he visits often, etc. Then last week she heard a rumor from his secretary. Josh was planning to file for divorce and would use some legal trick to get all the money in the business and leave her scraping by and likely she had better go back to work at the factory. Megan was in tears as she told me these things. Josh was headed to a small legal convention in Denver, and she really needed the job done before he got back and could file his paperwork. I took the job happily! I flew into Colorado Springs and drove up to Denver. Harder to trace me that way. I hung out at the hotel bar, and soon enough, in walks Josh. He was quite a looker. One wink later, he was buying me drinks. The poor lonely road warrior invited me up to his room, and I accepted. Once Im in a hotel room with my mark, the job gets easy. Its a slam-dunk from there. I set my purse on an end table, and we sat on a couch and made out. Before long, our clothes were littering the floor. As I sat on the couch, Josh licked my nipples until they were rock hard. Then he worked his way down to my clitty. It had been so long since an attractive male a complete man had been with me. He licked me to my first orgasm. He was so horny by then, and I was ready for seconds. I took his hand and led Josh to the bed. We turned down the covers and I began to work him over a bit. After all, this would be his last night, why not grant him his last wish. I asked him what he wanted and a blow job followed by some good intercourse was his menu of choice. His member was pulsing as I sucked on it and licked all around his little helmet. A few minutes later he groaned and I slurped him all the way in, swallowing a nice load. One down, one to go. I was still horny, and really needed to feel that stiffie in my pussy. Luckily Josh was still young (30 I think) and very virile. It only took a few minutes and a little hand manipulation to get him going again. He had such a nice hard dong, and it felt SO good to lower myself down onto it. As I impaled myself he licked my nipples until they were two little rocks. We came together a few minutes later, and I was quite vocal about it. I guess it had just been too long since Id felt that wonderful full feeling. He was masterful in bed, no wonder he had so many girls to choose from. Too bad about my job We snuggled for half an hour before I suggested that he take a shower and freshen up for the grand finale that I have in mind. He grinned and his prick began to rise after hearing my words. He happily trotted off to the bathroom. The shower would remove any traces of me from his body. I would wipe down the couch and put the bottom sheet in the tub to clean them off. Must be careful you know. I reached in my purse and threaded to silencer onto the .22 cal pistol to get them ready, stuffing them back in with just the pistol grip poking out a little to be handy. Josh finished his shower and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. I was sitting on the couch with not a stitch of clothing on. Whats the towel for lover? I asked. He happily dropped it as I reached into my purse. His pecker was stiff and proud, pointing right at me as I pointed the pistol at him. At this point, I now had the more potent weapon. Your wife has a little something for you. You shouldnt cheat, much less think of divorce after she bankrolled you. Now she gets all the savings. Such a shame though, you were so good in bed. He looked so surprised, but didnt have time to answer. PFTTT. A little black spot appeared in the middle of his forehead, and he collapsed in a heap. A .22 has so many advantages. The bullet typically ricochets all around inside the skull, instantly turning the brains to mush and mangling the bullet beyond forensic identification possibility. There is also not so much impact, and so the mark just collapses rather than flying backward. The fall is then quiet. With a small silencer, the gun is quiet too. A .22 travels well too, it is easy to check as luggage. I then bent over his body and used a scalpel to remove his balls. Proof of job completion, they would be over-night expressed back to Megan where they belonged (and should never have strayed). The second half of my bill would be included as a reminder for her. What a pity, he really was one of the best studs that I have ever been with, but business is business. I took a shower myself, then filled the tub with water and soaked the sheet. Using a damp face cloth, I wiped every surface (including water valves, door knobs etc), got dressed, and went down to my rental car. A couple of hours later I caught the red-eye from the Springs back home. Final payment arrived a week later. I wasnt horny for another two weeks. Ill tell you about THAT encounter in my next letter. My dear eunuch hubby submits thes letters for me since he hangs out on this site frequently. Cheers, Sharon Fox [email protected] |