I didn't look any different, I thought. Peeling off my t-shirt and shucking down my pajama bottoms, I looked back in the mirror and had trouble proces...ing what I was seeing.It wasn't like the Incredible Hulk or anything – I hadn't turned green – but there was a difference. My pectoral muscles were better defined, as were my arms, and my stomach was noticeably smaller. That was nothing, however; it was just below the beltline that held my attention.My cock, which can shrivel to a couple inches. Dan slaps him in the face and Josh can't even swallow so he's drooling again."Get him on the table," Vikki says from somewhere behind Josh. Then he's being manhandled onto the coffee table, thrown on his back, and Josh sniffs, trying to stop his nose from running. When Vikki comes back over, she's down to her bra and panties and she's wearing her favourite strap-on. It's also Josh's least-favourite. She takes off her necklace, reaching down to his cock cage and unlocking him with the key on it. Both women laughed.They wrapped their unfinished sandwiches in the papers they come in andtossed what was left into their bags as they rushed into the chamber.They had already managed to move a narrow gurney under Matt to relievesome of the pressure off his arms so he could actually sit as theyrushed up and stood along side.They had been changing the sheets right after he would soil which was akind of workable solution, but definitely not the best solution and hewas still slowly starving to. Oftentimes, they would be passing a bottle or a blunt around. I knew by driving through that there might be some opportunity for this sissy white boy to get filled with black cocks because on a few occasions when I was driving around looking for where I could ride my bike and get noticed they would yell out things, Like “Come on over here, white boy, we got something for you”.I was really nervous when I was unloading my bike at the Lowe’s parking lot. I was wearing a pair of cut-off jean.