” a small giggle slipped from her mouth as the waitress returned with our order and again stared at the incognito star who happily smiled back. “S...rry... to disappoint it’s for the performance and I’ll need your help... any good at improv’?” “As long as it isn’t mime you want me to do!” Lou laughed, “If it’s to do with lighting I can hold my own.” He kept the fact that he was just a little disappointed secret. “No not mime, don’t worry” replied Mandy. It had been a long time since Mandy had. .. playing, tonight?”“I think so,” Andrew replied with the first hint of a smile I had seen from him, today. “My dad informed me that Matthew told him that I most definitely should play because our team needed me. I’m going to go talk with Coach Williamson now, and see what he thinks about me playing. I’m just not sure my mind is really into basketball, right now.”“For what it’s worth, Andrew,” Mr. Ballows calmly said as us five students listened by the music room door. “When my dad died, my. The next time, when he said it, his voice cracked. I felt I could cum from this penetration. I felt I could cum from his violation. I shut my eyes, and I concentrated on the feel of my dick inside of him. It felt a part of me. The pressure against my pelvis was driving me insane. I wanted to cum, but had no desire to cut his rapture so painfully short."Do you want me to cum?" I asked him."Yes," he gasped, and I imagined if he had his hands free, he would be clutching - grasping for anything to. Mr. Assad was talking to someone on the other side of the gurney upon which Andy’s naked, bound, and now half-neutered body lay helpless. The black headhunter was telling whoever it was to make Andy’s tits even bigger. The sissy’s new owners wanted a real big-titted white slut. Meanwhile, Andy decided to take Mr. Assad’s advice and try to relax and let whatever happened happen. There was nothing he could do about it now; it was out of his hands. The doctor slit his other ball sack, pulled free.