I notice that and it frightens me. Other young college men seem immune to it. They ignore the male-bashing literature on campus and the offensive ads ...n television. They don’t give a damn when a wicked woman gets away with killing an innocent man when she pleads either insanity or the syndrome of the week. Yeah, stuff like that only bothers me. Am I another species of man or something? Apparently so. Other men don’t feel as I do or think as I do. Either I’m more than they, or they are less than. I adore him before all else.”“I love you, too, Chels,” I told her, “more than you could ever realize.”“I love Chels as well ... don’t get me wrong. She’s my woman ... Dave’s my man ... but Nicky is my soulmate, whatever Nicky’s sex. I loved Nicky, fell in love with Nicky, when Nicky was a eunuch bum boy for Dave, not long ago at all, just days ago, with no balls whatsoever. I won’t spend eternity without my Nicky, torment or no torment, hell-slaves or no hell-slaves,” Monica’s eyes blazed with. She moaned in pleasure. After a while I stopped, pulled the anal beads out of her mouth, and started putting them inside her ass, one by one. The combination of her and my saliva was enough for the beads to slide in smoothly. The last one was the biggest and she let out a squeak as it slid in and wriggled her ass. I gently tugged on the ring now sticking out of her cute butt. ”How’s that, darling?” ”Mm, so good. Thank you, master” ”You are such a good girl. I think it’s time for me to fill. “I’m Cindy Richards. You were asking about my 402?”“YOUR 402? You’re really the pilot?”“Yessir. The plane belongs to my company. I’m one of the two people we have who can fly ‘er. I get most of the hours.”“You look kinda young.”“I am. Eighteen. Got my multi-engine last summer. My commercial two months ago. My instrument ticket last month.”“402’s a nice plane. I flew one a few hundred hours as a charter pilot and for a little non-sched airline between Florida and the Bahamas.”“Really?” I.