I ran to the phone, thinking Icould explain and get another appointment, before I saw another note bythe phone. I hung my head, reaching for it like a...doomed man (which Iwas, in a way, becoming), and started reading..."Thanks for making that appointment, it sped things up a lot. Thepsychiatrist was very interested in your 'condition', and gave you lotsof good advice on how to deal with your transexuallity. She even toldus, off the record, of course, about a great web site to get femalehormones. I think he’s sucked the boy a few other times too when I’m not around. He really likes being sexually submissive to men, and I think it turned him on, even more, to demean himself and submit to a teenager. I have to wonder if he would even suck my son’s cock, if he had the opportunity? ”“I’m so happy that you contacted me, Hung_Teen, because our conversations are getting my pussy wet and nipples hard thinking about the possibility of fucking my son and his friend. I hope this is getting you. She said it serves me right for it was payback time for putting herpictures on the web. I asked that she at least not include my face or other distinguishing featuresabout me or our house. My wife said she would think about that.Fifteen minutes later, she called me over to look at the computer. There on the screen, I saw pictureson the internet of my cock locked in a chastity cage. I was so embarrassed. I was humiliated morewhen I saw that my wife had added a caption to each of five pictures,. "I can't believe you!" she said angrily. "And look at you, Frank!"Frank glanced towards Oliver as he sat nervously in a seat next to him, still holding his arm while his mother turned her back and continued her tirade. He tried to offer a reassuring smile to his guest, but it came out as a grimace when Frank realized that that particular expression hurt. But, Oliver seemed relieved when Frank handed over his ice pack, sliding it beneath the other boy's sleeve."Do you have any idea how stupid.