Of it.then one day the girls got together with misstress and it was decided that john should go back to being a sissy faggot and showing everyone his ...issy clit and balls.so mistress took john to the doctor to get undone what was done to him years ago the doctor was the same one that tucked john and put a few stitches to hold everything in place.after making a tiny cut the doctor reached in al slowly pullout john tiny clit it conld have not been more than a 1/2 in then he pulled out john tiny. I don't change my nightly routine of sleeping naked, and on occasion, would beat my meat while lying on top of the covers. After the third night, I notice him watching me masturbating and stroking himself under the covers. This emboldens me and I actually make quite a show of jacking my cock, trying to see how far I can take this. I notice that he always seems to be asleep facing my bunk.After one such night after I finish playing with myself, I pretend to fall asleep and watch him throw off. A whimper, an inhalation. Then he tried to move his feet in a little shuffle. She was dead, sniffling weight in his arms. So he tried to raise her with his arms, his strength, as he moved again. She shambled after him. Left foot, right foot. Turn. ‘I’m so scared,’ she said, and he could hear the tears in her eyes. He could hear them devour her overdone makeup. ‘Me too.’ ‘We are making such a huge mistake,’ she said, her voice hoarse and deep. ‘We’re just not ready. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.. I look over and the tv was still on from the last person that had been in there. I couldnt stop watching it, there was a little tiny shemale bent over doggystyle, getting pounded by a huge black cock. I quickly pulled my pants down around my ankles and pulled both feet out. I take my shirt off and my nipple clamps are still in place and my nipples are tingling. I re-adjusted my butt plug and bent over to pull my stockings all the way up. All of a sudden I hear the door handle rattle and I hear.