Right now I don’t have too many friends, but I could sure use some. I want to tell you a story, a story about me and why I’m standing before you, ...riendless and begging for someone to care. All I ask is that you spare a few minutes and hear me out. I promise it won’t take long. Once you hear my story you can judge for yourselves if you think you can call me ‘friend.’ I sure hope so. Before I get started I want to thank you for listening and thank you for being a friend, even if it is for just a. . nice fat one ... with one hand he reaches down and starts working on my balls and pulling on my dick... i am sucking as much as i can and trying to relax and not gag... but this is a real mouthful.. and with all the excitement i am having to pull back and as i do he pushes forward and pulls on my nut sack.. my mouth is opened with a huge gasp of part pain part pleasure... and i have to breath so i do so real fast and then it is back down the throat with his dick... it took what seemed like. After an hour master retrieved me looking stunning in his own tuxedo.From here we went to the kitchen together where I was allowed for thefirst time to sit with master and enjoy normal food. OK Master had asteak with vegetables and a glass of wine, and I was only allowed waterand salad but this act had me falling deeper in infatuation with him. Theman that had kidnapped me, feminised me, humiliated me and tortured menow had me falling in love with him.After dinner we watched TV for a short. "I will be ok. As long as they don't hurt you. I love you and only you Nick" I say standing up and moving back over to the bed. "So sweet. Now come here and kiss me" Tommy sneers as he pulls his tee shirt over his head. Looking back over my shoulder I see Jack standing behind Nick with his knife still poised at Nick’s throat. I climb onto the bed and kneel in front of Tommy; I close my eyes trying to picture Nick in front of me "Open your eyes bitch." He says as his right hand moves to the back.