I kind of felt foolish, but I knew in my heart Agnes could hear me. “Agnes, I want to ask a favor. Would it offend you if I gave the girls a bracele... apiece? I know they would treasure them. They’re good girls, Agnes. They work hard, don’t complain, try to better themselves, are kind and loving to their friends and family. Both came from modest backgrounds, and could truly appreciate how special they are. Do I have your blessing?”I stood for a second, and watched, stunned, as a couple of photos. Should I make him drop out of school. It seems to be one of the few things he still enjoys. When he is eighteen I intend to whore him out. I would like to get it to the point where he is getting fucked fifteen to twenty times a day. Is that possible? He is a beautiful boy with a beautiful dick and nuts and ass, and I think he would make an attractive whore. I might get him a job dancing in a gay bar too. All of that in the future. He is very submissive as I say...shy and quiet. He is not very. In the morning, I would cry to findthat I was still a boy. I wanted to be a girl more than ever. I eventhought about sneaking into the kitchen after everyone was asleep,getting the biggest knife I could find and cutting off this thing I hadbetween my legs. That gross thing that kept me from being a girl. LuckilyI never did. I found out later that if I had, it might have prevented mefrom being considered for my SRS.I started having dreams of being a girl and getting married to Steve. Inmy. At seeing this brad got out of the chair and gestured for me to sit down. Once seated brad got on his knees in front of me and took my cock in his right hand and began pumping away and after a few pumps a little amount of clear fluid seeped out of my cock so with his left hand, he rubbed the tip, this level of stimulation quickly built up and before I knew it I felt a weird sensation building up in the tip of my cock, almost like I had to pee, but more pleasurable. Brad then said, just let go ….