When we reached the far end of the Great Hall we stopped. Gerda turned toface me, carefully lifted my veil, and smiled down at me."Breathtaking!" she ...aid. "You look absolutely breathtaking! Now we haveto go back up the hall and down again for as many times as it takes.Practice makes perfect, and we didn't take all that time and troublegetting you ready to only do this once, after all."I glanced at the servant girls, thinking they might resent this, but theywere both smiling and looking at me. Then I peeked around to see if someone was watching ornot. I realize that no one has time to waste as they were also busy enjoyingwith their girlfriends. After watching the movie for some time I asked hershall we began again, she nodded in yes and I again kissed her on her lips.Slowly I was moving my hand towards her boobs over her kurti and once I found Istarted pressing her boobs it was very hard and stiff. Her nipples were also tight I could feel that. I was movingmy hand over her boobs very. Her hand moved up and down, slowly and gently at first, and she interrupted her rhythm every few strokes to rub her palm over the head of my cock. The pace gradually increased and she squeezed a little more tightly now and then. Maybe it was instinctive for her, too, but she definitely knew what she was doing. It felt wonderful: When you masturbate yourself it's difficult for your hand to come up with any surprises.I remained quiet but I was wide awake now and beginning to breath more. C. yelled. "They cut your dick off, okay? Would someonejust say it so we can move on."Suddenly, all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room. The world wasspinning around me as I tried to focus on J.C.'s words. "Cut ... off." Ifelt light-headed, as if I were going to faint. "My ...dick?" Tearsfilled my eyes. I couldn't speak.It's amazing how much of a young man's life is centered around hisgenitalia. It shapes his self-identity, his goals, his plans for thefuture. Guys joke about it. Girls.