My hand was a blur under my clothes. I had masturbated before and knew I was close. It would only take a few more minutes of watching this for me to e...plode. Apparently, Mr. Baker was close to because I heard him address Mr. Brown again. ‘Oh baby, you ready for my cum? Here it comes!’ With that, his body began to jerk about on the desk. I saw both of his hands clamped to the back of Mr. Brown’s head, which had become still and pressed firmly into Mr. Baker’s crotch. Mr. Baker was moaning and. His mother intended to make him a girl. She could not be serious, could she? It was only a joke. Yeah, just a joke and she would begin to laugh at any moment. But the laugh never came. Instead Tim was herded of to the car and to the Goodwill they went. Tim's mother went straight to the dresses for little girls and began sorting through them. Tim just stood there petrified with fear. When his mother would hold a dress up to him to check for fit, all he could do was stand there, his face burning. We went to this reached to this place by 8:30pm..and v chatted till 11:30 and decided to leave..and while on the way to Bangalore, there is a stretch which is supposedly haunted ( I had read a arrival about it )..I told her the same and to my surprise asked to stop the car at that place..hence I stopped and v continued to chat and on the other hand looking around if we see a ghost…while chatting I casually asked If I can kiss her and as soon I asked her that..there was silence and all I could. "He then refastened the bra and produced three locks. They were placedon my nipple rings and on my scrotum ring, just as before, and locked.Suddenly, I heard the sound of a ruckus in the next room. The sound ofmetal hitting the floor and screaming came wofting through thecorridor. Was I the only one to whom they were doing this?Ben ran from the room, knocking over a table of surgical instruments onhis way out. A scalpel, still uncleaned and covered with dried blood,fell between my legs, missing.