Second, none of them needs ‘management’. They set their own goals and intentions, and decide how to pursue them. If they want my help in some way,...they ask. I don’t intervene, although we all point out things to each other and are always there to help one another. Thus, and lastly, I might say that they manage me. They ask me to join them in various activities or help out in some way just as I might ask one of them. We do have family forums periodically, so there’s lots of opportunities for us. But then she also saw those men who did have that potential, who could have known true happiness and true service and she sometimes wept for them. She saw the light in their eyes was beginning to dim if it wasn’t gone already, a misery of a life unfulfilled, of thirsts unquenched and joy unfelt taking their inevitable toll. She could see that the woman such men walked with had hollowed him out, leeched from him and limited him to living in her world and not the other way round. Another man. Can't have her mad at me. Gotta clean up. Can't have her mad at me. Gotta . . . ."I kept my mind occupied with this mantra, while I stripped off the soiled clothes, and then jumped into the shower. I didn't want to have to think about the body that I was about to bathe. It was no use! After being a man for your entire life, having a beautiful, pregnant woman's body was a jumble of erotic sensations.I couldn't help but fondle my big new boobs. The vomit had seeped through her dress and. All the sticky black spunk is going to fill me up and if you’re not careful it’s going to get me pregnant! You’ll have a chance to stop it afterwards though, but for now…”She ripped the tape off his mouth, and before he had time to scream the biggest of the black men grabbed him and pulled him onto his knees my Joy’s side. “You’re a fucking faggot boy now, show everyone what a little queer you are and suck my dick.” James looked at it, easily 9” long, very thick, throbbing and still glistening.