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Cannibalism Phone Sex of cooking and eating your cock!

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism Phone Sex of cooking and eating your cock!

When I pull down your pants and see a big meaty 13-inch cock come flopping out, my mouth waters!

I’ve never seen a cock that looks so fucking delicious!

When I wrap my tongue around just the tip, I can taste that salty pre-cum!

I must have you deeper inside me, and I don’t mean my cunt!

When your cock is in my mouth, I can’t help but bite down super hard, ripping your cock clean off!

The taste of your blood is exquisite, so I’m firing up the grill!

I am going to take your tasty member and char up all 13 inches for me to enjoy!

I’m going to force you to watch me eat it.

I want to watch you cry as I cut up, chew, and swallow your precious dick!

And I’ll wash it all down with the tears from your pain!

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Fantasy Phone Sex Babes Take Your Violent Fantasies and Make Them Real

fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex can take a violent turn. You just never know with a sexy switch. Over the weekend me and some of my girlfriends met this rich fucker at a concert in Nashville. We went on a road trip. Tony invited us to see the show in his VIP box. Free drinks. So, why not? We Ubered so we did not see any reason not to enjoy his top shelf free booze.

He invited us back to his place. Safety in numbers. We would not leave a woman behind. It was all or nothing. So, our rich patron built a dungeon in his basement. At first, we thought he meant to make us sex slaves. But it turned out the room and all the torture equipment he purchased for him. He fantasizes about hot sexy women abusing him. As a sexy switch, my friends and I thought if he craved cock and ball torture sex, why not?

But he got more than he bargained for. He could not handle our experience. Perhaps, he thought I would use a cat of nine tails on him and call it a day. We went hardcore on his cock and balls. I even used a sounding device on his pee hole. He secretly loved it. A hard cock betrayed his protests. His cock oozed pre-cum as I used a switch on his balls.

Women Like Me Enjoy Ball Busting Too

My bestie, Mariah, suggested busting his balls. We pushed him on the floor and kicked him in the nuts. We also did a little dance on his balls too. Small cock but huge balls. All potatoes and no meat. We drove him to tears with our ball abuse. Opps. I did it again. Men, do not beg for BDSM when you cannot handle it. We busted his left nut. As he laid there on the floor curled up in a ball, I decided to bust his other ball. Did not want to leave him lopsided.

I saw a baseball bat on his tray of delights. So, I picked it up and went swinging on his balls. Flattened the other one too. Although I can get drunk on the power, I don’t kill you unless you try to harm me. But not much this rich loser could do to us. He seemed too busy nursing his two busted nuts to come after us. We emptied out his wallet and left. No one knows us in Nashville.

Never give strangers or anyone physical power over you. Women like me possess a lot of pent-up anger. And we just need the right taboo phone sex loser to take it out on.

Accomplice Phone Sex Sometimes Takes an Unexpected Turn

accomplice phone sexAlthough usually I help men as their accomplice phone sex partners, sometimes women need my assistance too. But when it comes to women, I’m usually helping them for free because I know them. I’ve had a few random women I met on the dark net pay me to get rid of an ex-husband or an ex-boyfriend or even a current one. However, most women I help, I know personally.

Recently, a new stripper I hired last month shared with me the private turmoil she’s experiencing. A college girl I hired off Rover to be my dog walker when I travel. Smoking hot girl next door. The kind of girl men love in a strip joint. So, I groomed her for the idea of making a lot more money. Although I hate to lose a reliable and trustworthy dog walker, I felt happy to make the club and her some serious money.

But one day she came into the club with bruises all up and down her arm and a black eye. And I thought to myself oh boy she’s in an abusive relationship. It turns out the abuser is her step daddy. And he’s done far worse things to her than just physical abuse. So, I decided step daddy needed to die.

Revenge Gets Me Off. Some Men Do Not Deserve to Breathe.

This brought back memories of my own abusive father and his friends. I saw it as a cathartic moment to exact revenge through snuff sex. I’m a much different woman now. No longer a scared little girl. I can defend myself and I can exact revenge now.

I figured it best to leave my new stripper out of the planning process. Keep her hands clean. Imagine my surprise when I drove by her home and saw one of my father’s cronies who abused me as a young girl. Her stepfather worked for my father 30 years ago.

At first, I got scared. But then I knew the last time he saw me I was neither blonde nor busty. Plus, I doubt he would recognize me 30 years later. But I never forget the faces of the men who violated me like it was nothing. He needed to die.

So, one day, while my new stripper danced on stage, I looked through her phone and found his number listed under step monster. And I sent him a text. Pretended to be her and had him meet me at this no tell motel where you can scream bloody murder and nobody gives a fuck. It’s one of those rent by the hour places. And it’s one of those seedy motels that if you give the attendant enough money, he never saw you and he never heard a thing.

The Men Who Abused Me as a Schoolgirl Made Me a Blood Thirsty Bitch

Although this guy violated me the least because he was only in his early 20s at the time he force fucked me, he still enjoyed fucking the shit out of a schoolgirl. Clearly my jailbait pussy gave him a taste for it because he’s been force fucking his stepdaughter for many years. He did not recognize me. I concocted a story about knowing his stepdaughter. This fool believed that his stepdaughter who loathes him would send him a woman to fuck. Delusional.

Right before he put his cock in my pussy, I grabbed a knife and sliced it off. Dead men don’t need their dicks, I told him. As he bled profusely all over motel bed, I tied him up. Then I told him who I was. No apology. No shame on his face. However, he seemed surprised I was alive. Apparently, my dear old dad told all his friends he killed me and buried me in the backyard to keep my mouth shut. My bastard of a father never told his friends I ran away. I guess his ego couldn’t handle the truth.

Sixteen different men violated me as a young girl. And of the 16 men, including my father, who made me a teen rape porn star, only six remain. I’ve been quietly exacting my revenge on daddy’s sick cohort for years. And I enjoyed torturing this guy. He deserved it. If he violated me and his stepdaughter as teenage girls who knows how many other teenage girls, he’s violated. I read him a long list of grievances. Gave him a chance to defend himself and the fucker spit in my face and said fuck you cunt.

Men Always Underestimate Me and That is a Huge Mistake

So, I took my knife and stabbed him in the gut. I’ve learned from my callers and the dark web that if you want a man to suffer a slow death, stab him in the stomach so he slowly bleeds out. Stabbing them in the heart equals a quick death. But stabbing them in the gut prolongs the suffering. When I felt like he might be taking too long to fucking die, I sat on his face and smothered him with the twat he violated. Squeezed my thighs against his head and came on his face from the pleasure of torturing and murdering one of my abusers.

But I killed not only for me but for my new stripper who still can’t escape his clutches. I staged the room to look like he hired a hooker to party with and she killed him. They will look for a woman nobody saw. And if they do their due diligence, they might discover what a piece of shit he was to his stepdaughter. But she’ll have an airtight alibi because she was on stage dancing when I murdered her piece of shit abusing step daddy. Good riddance. Six more men to go.

Castration Phone Sex Feels Like a Warm Blanket to Me

castration phone sexCastration phone sex serves as my warm blanket. It feels like comfort food. Maybe you could call it chicken soup for my soul. I find comfort in neutering pigs. Not actual pigs. I like animals more than people. So, I would never mutilate an animal. But a man is a different kind of animal that I have no problem neutering.

Perhaps I get the comfort from knowing that I’ve taken a predator or a loser off the streets making the world a better place for other women. Some women consider me a superhero of sorts. Although I do not necessarily like most women, I also cannot get behind the manosphere world.

When the manosphere gods, the Tate brothers, got arrested recently, I couldn’t help but laugh. Did you see what the fuck Andrew Tate wore. It felt like he was a model for that suburban woman catalog Chicos. The dark net went crazy because that’s where most incels can be found. Now some of those mansplaining idiots like Myron Gaines went off in support of the Tates, but most red pill Kool-Aid drinking asshats create their clatter on the dark net. Pussies.

Since I know how to navigate the dark web, I hunt for red pill idiots to castrate. Just makes me feel good. Plus, most of them proclaim to be celibate anyway. So, they do they need their junk. I take what they’re not using. Or at least what they claim they’re not using. Since I’m an excellent hacker, I traced the IP address of this one idiot with a huge bark on the darknet. He thinks women owe him something and if they won’t give it to him, he thinks that gives him the right to take it.

If Incels Think They Have a Right to My Body, Then I Have a Right to Their Balls

Well, I believe I have the right to take a man’s balls through extreme cock and ball torture sex who espouses that level of misogyny on the Internet. I catfished an incel. Made him think he was coming over to a fellow Bro’s house. But he found a Goth bitch wielding a huge knife instead. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Not what you expected, right?” I sprayed him in the face with my special pepper spray. It contains puffer fish toxin. It’s a neurotoxin that paralyzes instantly. Your victim feels pain. Your victim understands what’s happening. They just can’t fight.

I dragged him down my basement by the feet which battered him up a little bit coming down the stairs. But the real pain had not started yet. That happened once I put him in my castration chair. I separated his balls from his dick using a castration band. Then I got out a razor blade, and I shaved the skin off his testicles and his dick.

Your Body and Balls Belong to Me You Incel Losers

Little tiny scrapes that inflicted maximum pain. And I took my sweet fucking time doing it. But the best part was when I dumped an entire bottle of vodka over his exposed testicles and balls. The loser couldn’t scream. And he couldn’t move. But the tears in his eyes told me how much pain he felt. And that made me feel good.

Again, I just started. I took a meat cleaver and started chopping little slices of flesh off his dick like I was making charcuterie board using his dick as the sausage. I’m not completely cruel. I did leave a little bit of dick just so he could piss. But he’ll never aim down to piss again. He’ll piss straight out. Chopped his balls off too and fed them to my dog while he watched. While I tortured him with knife play phone sex, I read a long list of his grievances that explained why he deserved exactly what I did.

Honestly, a lot of the women he preys on I could give two shits about. But some of these losers trickle down into the Goth community and I protect my own. I take out an incel at least once or twice a week. But I’ll never get rid of them. New ones crop up daily. But at least I’m doing my part to make the world a better place.

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Castration Phone Sex

Castration Phone Sex is what I’m going to do to that pathetic cock!

Do you really think your sad excuse of a dick would go inside me?

Fuck no!

It’s so fucking small, worthless, and useless; you’re better off without it!

No woman would ever want that disgusting thing in her mouth.

You don’t even deserve to be horny with that pathetic thing in between your legs.

I’ll dig my nails in your balls and castrate you myself.

Turn you into some pathetic fag who can’t get hard anymore.

You don’t deserve to enjoy sex anyway; your cock is too small.

Just turn you into my Ken doll, with nothing in your pants.

That’s the sad life you deserve.

Cutting off your testosterone is really turning you into some invalid no woman would ever want to fuck!

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Castration Phone Sex Gives Me the Right to Revoke Your Man Card

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is my specialty for a reason. I am firm believer that your dick is a privilege not an entitlement. And since I do not think that men are entitled to dicks, I take them at my discretion. I castrate men for a variety of reasons. But the number one reason is trying to force yourself on me or another Goth girl. But I also castrate men with tiny dicks and big dick energy. I castrate men for being serial losers too. Honestly, you could look at me funny and I’ll take your balls.

Neutering men is what I do best. I’m not exactly pro woman. In fact, I hate most people. But I feel a certain need to protect women who cannot protect themselves. When I say I’m always carrying, I mean I’m always packing at least four or five knives strapped to my body for emergencies. You just never know anymore. Men spout off this your body, my choice, bullshit more, and I need to be prepared for the incel douchebags.

Sometimes those knives come in handy when I meet a complete loser who needs to be neutered. Without my knives, I could not effectively accomplish that procedure. Lou thought he was a smooth operator. But I saw him coming a mile away. He’s the kind of guy I love the most. So, cock and ball torture sex comes easily when I meet men like him. Self-entitled, rich douche bags with tiny dicks, who drug women, get free castration sex from me every time.

It Does Not Take Much for Me to Revoke Your Man Card

I watched Lou slip something into this Goth girl’s drink when she went to the restroom. So, I walked over to where he sat and accidentally on purpose tripped in front of him so I could slip something into his drink. Something I knew might be more potent than whatever he gave her. I apologized profusely for being accident prone and went back to the bar to drink my vermouth.

The drugs kicked in about an hour later. I got the bartender to help the young Goth girl. And I took care of the predator. I think the drugs worked so well that he didn’t even realize I was not the girl whose drink he drugged. Got him into my car and drove him to my place so I could remove his balls. I decided to go through his phone. Some little voice inside of me told me too. I found hundreds of pictures of passed out women naked that he came all over. The douche bag filmed himself with these women.

For a moment I thought about sending these pictures to the police, but then I decided not only to take his balls, but to take his life too. The only way for justice to prevail is to kill the serial predators. He woke up, strapped to my surgical table. I had a wood plank holding his dick up. My plan required him to be wide awake so he could both see and feel me take a hammer to the head of his dick.

I Have Castrated Men for Myriad Reasons

This guy didn’t deserve a clean surgical castration. Perhaps you could say in that moment I felt like a vigilante. I told him how we met, what I saw him do, and what his telephone revealed to me. Then I smashed the head of that cock so hard it spit out blood. His blood curdling screams aroused me. So, I pulverized his dick with a hammer. It flattened like a pancake. I took that hammer to his balls and busted each testicle. Although he kept passing out, I woke him back up. He needed to feel this.

Once I destroyed his cock in his balls, I slit his throat. I knew he could not live once I saw what he keeps on his phone. But I wanted him to feel immense pain before I killed him. Men having an unhealthy obsession with their dick and balls.

So, I wanted him to know he would never fuck again before I killed him. I wanted him to think that there might be a chance he would live and not become a snuff porn star. Most killers don’t go through the trouble of inflicting that level of pain before they murder their target. They just kill. I see no fun in that. But then I’m a different breed of killer.

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies Can Make You My Target Instead of My Accomplice

killer phone sexIt never ceases to amaze me how many men and women have killer phone sex fantasies. The problem is not everybody reads bios or blogs. And others are just dip shits who think that because they paid for a service, they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. Repeat with me. Venus is not your submissive fuck doll. I don’t possess a submissive bone in my body. Plus, I enjoy being cruel, especially cruel to assholes and dip shits.

When Oscar called me, he simply needed an accomplice. He wanted to work out some of his sexual frustration for his cock teasing neighbor girl who likes to jump on the trampoline in a little bikini during the summer. Seems innocent enough right. But in a skimpy little bikini, things slip and expose jailbait parts to perverted neighbors. Men cannot be expected to be behave under such circumstances. So, they call women like me for violent fantasy phone sex.

No harm in roleplaying your violent fantasies. As of now, nobody regulates our mind and our fantasies remain just that, fantasies. And folks never get arrested for a fantasy. But Oscar turned out to be a dip shit. He thought since he didn’t get to fuck the little girl next-door, he could fuck me. But I’m so dominant that I don’t even let losers phone fuck me.  Oscar did not realize he lived near me. Honestly, I’ve never talked to somebody in my city. Let alone somebody literally only six blocks away.

Be Careful Men, I Come for My Callers Too

So, Oscar got a surprise. He woke up from the dead of sleep to see the woman he called hours earlier, straddling his body holding a knife to his throat. He rubbed his eyes like this might be some bad dream. And I told him this is no dream. I came to exact revenge. And I told him this could have been prevented. In the moment I wanted to slit his throat. But I decided castration phone sex might be a better reminder that his actions come with consequences.

He told me on the phone, that if I didn’t let him force fuck me, he would demand a refund. Nobody blackmails me. And nobody tries to force fuck me either. Not my fault some of you are too stupid to remember how to breathe. But for Oscar, he got a lot more bang for his buck because I took his balls. I removed them with a very sharp knife. He bled everywhere. And I plopped them into a jar of formaldehyde with his name and offense against me on the label. My collection of severed testicles seems vast. But I have been collecting balls for decades.

Now I doubt I likely will never do a call with somebody who lives that close to me again. I’m still amazed that it happened. I’ve certainly thought about it with other callers many times before, but the distance prevented me from doing it. Perhaps some people, including law-enforcement, might find my measures extreme. However, men like that only escalate. Someone needs to neuter them before the bodies rack up. So why not me?

Knife Play Phone Sex Serves a Sadistic Bitch Well

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex serves me well. And I’m always armed with at least two knives on my body somewhere. I’ve kept them in my cleavage. And sometimes I strap them to my thighs. However, men never know the kind of heat I’m packing. I don’t need a gun. All I’ve ever needed were a few good knives.

And last night, I’m glad I went out armed. I’m always dangerous though. Because I’m the sort of woman who will kill you for looking at me wrong. Plus, I once killed a guy for calling me baby. In my defense, I gave him two warnings to stop with the silly baby talk. I’m an adult woman. And I’m a sadistic bitch. No baby talk. I did not feel in the mood for any man to mess with me last night. Perhaps that’s my perpetual state because I never want to men messing with me.

This guy met his snuff sex maker an hour after meeting me. He just gave me awful vibes. Like the kind of man who looks for any opportunity to take advantage of a woman. He picked the wrong girl. I never show weakness. As I walked out to my car, I decided to test him. I stumbled for my keys. And I acted drunk as I walked to my car. And sure enough, he followed me and tried to take advantage of the situation

My instincts seem right every time. Trust your gut ladies. It’s always right. When he attempted to push me into my car, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the gut. But I knew how to disable him but not kill him.

This Sadistic Bitch Never Leaves Home without Her Knives

No way I wanted him to die quickly. Normally, I kill men in controlled environments. But in that moment, I needed to make a quick decision. Luckily it started to rain. That would wash away the blood trail I left as I dragged him into the woods.

Although I do not like killing this way, sometimes a girl needs to do what she needs to do to survive. And that boy would never see another day after he tried to assault me. He could breathe, but he felt pain. I took out my other knife, strapped to the other thigh, and I cut off his clothes. The fear in his eyes felt intoxicating to me. And I told him that I prefer long torture sex sessions. That’s because I am a sadist. I get off on a man’s pain.

Because of the road nearby, I needed to work fast. I sliced his cock off, and I shoved it in his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Now he just looked like all potatoes with no meat. But I took his testicles too. I planned on killing him. However, I wanted him to see me removing his cock and balls.

When I heard voices, I knew I needed to kill him quickly. So, I slit his throat. And I watched as he aspirated on his own blood. I killed him in a setting that did not feel controlled, but the rain would help wash away any DNA I may have left behind. Although impromptu, I think I cleaned the crime scene well. Mother nature always helps me out one way or another. It’s like the universe telling me I did good. No man preys on me and lives to tell the story the next day.

Snuff Sex is Underrated Fun for Women Like Me

snuff sexI think a lot of things are overrated but not snuff sex. In fact, I think that might be underrated. Nothing I enjoy more than fucking a deserving accomplice or victim. Or even fucking my victim right before I kill him. Some people call me a black widow. But that’s not the appropriate word. I don’t poison men or otherwise kill them for financial gain. I kill them because they deserve to die. Perhaps praying mantis makes more sense. Apparently, the female praying mantis bites the head off her lover during postcoital Bliss.

Now I don’t fuck victims often. If I find you completely annoying or a predator of goth girls, I just cock tease you to get you to my place. I don’t fuck you. Occasionally, though a woman hires me to kill some man who did her wrong. I take the job and I take the money. And I judge for myself if the person truly deserves to die.

This lady reached out to me on the darknet because she needed an accomplice phone sex partner. More like she needed a hired assassin. Ex-husband bleeding her dry. Blackmailing her for something that happened as a teen girl. She’s a high-powered criminal defense lawyer. And she fell in love with a con man. I did my research. Traced his IP address and all sorts of other things and found a long list of women scorned. He’s like that Tinder swindler.

Even a Sadistic Bitch Has Sexual Needs Too

He deserved to die. But what a fucking waste of a cock. And if you know me, you know, I don’t say that lightly. Sex does not drive me as much as vengeance and justice and pure rage does. So normally I don’t think about fucking a victim. I don’t need sex as often as the average person because snuff is my sex. Torture and murder arouse me. The dark things in this world that I enjoy satisfies me in ways sex cannot.

I broke into his place while my client fucked a coworker for an alibi. We only communicated once on the dark web. But after that, all communication went through burner cells or in person. Nothing to link her to me. I killed him. But I needed to stage it as a home invasion gone wrong to throw suspicion off this as a crime of passion. I’ve studied criminology and I understand crime scenes. Perhaps you could say I clean them up for a living because I never leave any trace of me.

But after I stabbed him, his cock sprung to life. Totally erect as he took his last breath. Looked to be the size of my forearm. So, I hopped on and took a ride. Used him like a suction cup dildo. The sounds of him asphyxiating on his own blood made my Goth cunt wet. Technically he died before I finished. But that cock stayed hard. Rigamortus maybe. Doubtful though since that usually occurs about an hour after death.

Sometimes a Dead Dick is a Terrible Thing to Waste

But I fucked up. Left my DNA on his dead dick. So, I needed to cut his cock and his balls off so I could clean my crime scene. And doing that would make it look like a personal kill. But his man scammed women for decades. So, I knew there would be ample suspects in his brutal death. Because of my mistake, I ended up giving this guy castration phone sex postmortem. And the CSI team would know that because of the lack of blood splatter.

Was not the murder I intended, but at the end of the day this sadistic Goth chick still has need. Just because I don’t do relationships doesn’t mean I don’t fuck. I gave half the money back to my client and explained what happened. Then I kind of spun it and left a few details out.

But I showed her my findings about all the women he swindled out of big bucks bankrupting several of them. Although I do not want an innocent woman behind bars, I know no evidence will ever leak them to this crime scene. I felt confident that although there might be a lot of suspects, the investigators wouldn’t be able to pin this murder on one of the many disgruntled women who would want this fucker dead.

I went home and fed his dick to my Rottweiler. She devoured it like one of those big turkey legs. Whatever it takes to dispose of the evidence. Even when I steer off path, no crime has yet to be linked to me for a reason. Because I’m good at what I do.

Taboo Phone Sex Sluts Put the Assholes with Tiny Dicks Out of Commission

taboo phone sexIt’s no secret that I enjoy taboo phone sex. And I love being the accomplice. But I still don’t mind serving the right man. However, the right men rarely ever try to dominate me. But you know who does try to dominate me? Losers with tiny dicks. And you know what happens when losers with tiny dicks try to dominate me? They lose their balls.

Over the weekend, I made a date with a guy I met at the club. Out of town businessman just in town for a few days over the holiday. He wanted to take me out. Handsome, smart, and he looked and smelled rich. I thought at worst I would have a nice dinner. If I didn’t like him, I could do the whole dine and dash thing. But if I liked him, why not bring him home. And he acted like a perfect gentleman at dinner. He showed me a lovely time.

We get to my place, and he turns into Dr. Jekyll. But I wanted Mr. Hyde. He immediately started ripping off my clothes. I gave him no indication I would fuck him. But for men like that, they think if you invite them back to your place, it’s guaranteed sex. And I might’ve fucked him after another round of drinks at my place and a little bit more conversation.

When Men Act Like Dr Jekyll I Fight Back

Of course he had a tiny dick. And of course, he felt entitled to my pussy with that tiny dick because he bought me dinner. Such a waste. An asshole in disguise with a tiny dick. I felt duped. But when he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I resorted to cock and ball torture sex.

I literally grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them like stress balls. Now that got his attention. But instead of apologizing for acting like a self-entitled asshole, he spit in my face and tried to choke me until I released his balls.

So, I released them. Then immediately took a knee to his balls until he fell backwards, landing on the couch. I grabbed my emergency pepper spray, sprayed him in the face, and that gave me enough time to handcuff his hands behind his back. He couldn’t open his eyes. Perhaps that’s for the best because he wouldn’t like what came next. I grabbed a pair of gardening shears I use for my little backyard garden. And instead, I use them to sniff his balls off.

Nothing Settles a Man Down Like Castration

Yeah, I made a mess. Blood began to spatter all over my rug. So, I grabbed a kitchen towel, put it under him and heated up my curling iron to cauterize the wound. He was bucking around like a fish out of water. Screaming and crying in pain. No doubt his eyes still burned like hell from the pepper spray. But I don’t think they hurt as much as his balls being removed.

So, I told him he had nobody to blame but himself. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I might’ve given him a blow job or a hand job even with a tiny dick to show my appreciation for such a nice evening. But he ruined it when he allowed Dr. Jekyll to rear his ugly head.

He told me he would call the cops. And I told him go ahead because my hidden nanny cam would show him attacking me first. He might seek medical attention. But he will leave my name out of it. When men experience castration phone sex they get too embarrassed to tell anybody what happened. Because here’s why. Most women don’t just castrate a man for shits and giggles. We castrate a man because his actions proved he was no longer worthy of his testicles. Going to the cops will make the cops ask why she did it.