I had two hours all to myself. The short soft grass felt a little springy underfoot and there were patches of mud. I found a place to sit down on the ...heet of polythene which I had with me. The stars were indeed bright that night, crystal clear in the inky blackness of the universe. I was enthralled by the wonder of it all. I found it difficult trying to concentrate. I could not get the image of Mrs Wilson out of my headIt was the first time that I had ever been out in the country at night and. Testosterone is a funny thing. Considering everything it represents to manhood, I’d imagine it could ultimately be used to influence the feminization and sissification of even the strongest male. Oh dear! Remember the self-confident, virile, young, up-and-coming business executive, with the trophy wife, you were, or were pretending to be, on your wedding day? Look at you now! An emasculated, sissy faggot locked in chastity, made up like a pretty girl, dressed in stockings,and high. Little dirty boy. I can take it away, yes, but you must promise not tell anyone.’She was already locking the bathroom door. ‘Stand up. Quick. Before they come all home.’I stood, hot foam rolling down my legs and steam lifting up from my dumb rigid saluting cock.Using the sponge, she carefully dabbed away the foam from around my cock and balls. My heart pounded fast, I felt certain that I would just cum at any moment. She heard my breathing change and stopped. ’No. You must wait.’ I almost came. They were lazing by the pool when Terry asked how he had felt when he saw the papers.“Next to the death of my parents it was the most hurtful experience of my life, I think I went a little crazy,” he said.“So you believed them,” she murmured, “you didn’t trust in my love for you.”“Terry I didn’t want to believe them, but you are so beautiful. I still don’t know what you see in me, and May is very handsome,” he stammered.“Bobby I love you for your kindness, your inner strength, your sense of.