I only knew the Boston versions by reputation.Anyway, I was getting desperate, and very horny, so Sunday morning I found a Methodist Church close to h...me with nine o’clock services, and I dressed up and went.No joy. The minister was a droner, the congregation looked like it had an average age of eighty, and nobody -- old, young or middle-aged -- approached me after the service with an invitation to Sunday dinner.Concluding that Rollie Perkins was delusional, I had an early dinner, alone, at a. Harmony complied with the request and smiled immensely. Jason’s dick hardened at the sight of the beautiful femboy. He started snapping pictures as Harmony modeled and smiled. Next he informed Harmony that he was going to record some more footage.“Look how good this bitch looks now,” Jason said as he pointed the camera at Harmony.“Thank you, Daddy! I’m not even fully dressed yet.”“Yeah, but you got that face painted and rubbed lotion all over that fine ass body. Just had to get this shit on. ” What was happening to me? Why was I letting them do this? Why was I doing it? From the corner of my eye I could see Carole get up and come closer to get a better look. At what? At my ass? God knows I was holding it open enough for her. ”He’ll need to be stretched,” she said. ”That’s easy enough,” Mona replied simply. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, or didn’t want to believe. Were they actually talking about me? It was crazy. But what did I do in that moment? Protest? Run? No. I tried. I knew every wire and connector on that bike, like the back of my hand. It took twice as long as it should have to get the damn solo seat off. My left hand just didn't seem to work as well as the useless right one. It was going to be a long night.Mounting the four sections of pipe under the seat was pretty easy. The hard part was breaking the glass on the spare taillight bulbs so only the filaments would remain. Luckily, I had a nice little stock of six-volt bulbs, that I had picked up on eBay..