I looked and didn't touch, fearful I'd break something. I heard her giggle when I'd think about touching something then withdraw my hand.I walked back...over to her, and she asked, "So, sweetie, what do you think? See anything your mom might like for a Christmas present, or do you have any ideas?"She'd taken off her flannel since it was somewhat warm in the studio. She was wearing a tee that read, 'Good girls do it on one wheel,' which pictures a sleek girl sitting at a potter's wheel. It looked. ?But?but,? I started to say but she twisted my balls and I instantly shut my mouth. The sad part was that while my balls hurt my dick got hard.?Like I was starting to say before bitch boy interrupted me was that we are going to convert another white boy into a sissy slave. We’ll break him just because we can and he has such a small little dick. In fact show the nice people how small it is.I started to talk again but Jamie took a step toward me. I reached for my belt buckle and started to take. My bed has been sad and lonely and needing my company. I’m looking forward to seeing all the versions of me on the walls in my room. I’ve missed them and I’m sure that they’ve missed me. They’ve been looking after Nana and she’s been keeping them company so they haven’t been totally lonely. Nana is going back to her own place to make room for me. That means I miss out on living with Nana this time around which I’m sad about.I’ve had Bec Junior on the wall here to keep me company but it’s not. I repeatedly told her they loved her body, but she didn’t believe me. Last year, one vet named Bob, really felt her up and got her motor running.On the drive home from serving, Christine quietly told me I was right. “About what?” I asked.“About Bob,” she said. “Did you see what he did?”I lied and told her that I only saw her leave to go to the restroom. I told her I was worried about her because she was gone for a bit.She then told me how he fingered her through her slacks. How he pushed up so.