Thomas was not intimidated at all. He was always small andpretty, much like a woman. It did not bother Thomas at all. The mantook Thomas's small delic...te hand in one of his large hands. Thomas'sbright fingernails glinted, showing his new feminized appearance tothe Duke.Most of the guests now knew this wasn't a consensual marriage. Theysaw the imposing security close by Thomas. They saw his hands werecuffed. They got the message. And Thomas saw they did not care at all.And that was the big. Who won the bet?"They had bet on my underwear before they arrived. I'm done for. My boxer briefs are a wet mess of pre cum. I feel a little relief from the tension of my slacks, and I can move my hips a little more, as the belt and belt loops of the slacks are tied to the chair. Kay-kay presses a firm gloved finger to the shaft of my cock through my briefs and pushes up! Ahhhhhhhh! She shoves pre-cum up the shaft and out the head and I can feel my cock pulse and CRACK! I see stars! "Don't cum. My house!”He was visibly upset. Columbo didn’t have on his usual Winter-sneer. Something was up.Harold was practically frothing, pacing back and forth, his skinny black body hunched over like he was in pain.“He took Celeste! Come in my fucking house and take my fucking whore. Youngest looking one I got.”I looked at Columbo. Over 250 pounds. Looks fat, looks soft. Isn’t. He looked away.Harold said, “Shoulda killed the cocksucker.”Strangely, I felt a little sympathy tug. I guess the pimp you. Morgan. I don’t want to go. Can you straighten this out without me?’ ‘I can speak to Mr. Morgan myself, but I think it comes down to my word over whoever said I did it.’ ‘Then you go and you tell him I believe you had nothing to do with what happened.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ He was called by Mr. Morgan when I walked in without him. Mr. Morgan is used to being obeyed. He didn’t even speak to me. He pointed to a chair and I sat. He picked up his phone and dialed my Dad. He got Mom. Dad was on our tractor.