No hiding my cock in a locker room full of girls. “I came down with Futanari Syndrome.”Wendy blinked.Victoria’s eyes shot down to my skirt. She ...asped, hands clapping over her mouth. “You have a bulge.”“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning. “It’s, um, quite big. I’m still trying to understand how to deal with it.”“It’s so rare,” Wendy said. “Are you sure you have it?”“My clitoris turned into a dick,” I said. “I’m pretty sure.”“Uh-huh,” Pita said. “I saw it. She’s a futa.”“Riiiight,” Victoria said,. While Steve rooted around in the fridge I started a fire. When it was going strong I plopped on the couch, Andrea sat down next to me, and Lisa sat next to Steve on the floor. We talked for a few minutes, but soon the room grew quiet and the tension started to build. That it was sexual tension I had no doubt; you could practically smell it. If the women suspected anything about Steve and me they didn’t show it. Steve made the first move. Giving me a significant look, he turned Lisa’s face to. Ich schlug Kathrin vor, zusammen Laufen zu gehen und sie war einverstanden. Eine halbe Stunde später standen wir unten vor unserem Gebäude und war fertig zum Laufen. Kathrin hatte eine kurze schwarze enganliegende Hose und ein weißes T-Shirt an. Das T-Shirt lag nur etwas eng an. Darunter konnte ich gut noch ihre Sport BH sehen. Wir dehnten uns etwas und liefen dann los. Es gab eine schön Runde um den See den man laufen konnte.Wir waren gerade so bei der Hälfte des Laufes, da fing es. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily control him. Restrain him. Of course, he didn't come right out and ask for my help. He hardly ever does. But I always know what he wants.Chris was sitting on top of one of my old blankets, on my couch. The white, mental hospital issue straitjacket kept his hands safely away from his dick, which was completely exposed. I looked down at the pathetic.