Things were beginning to happen inside them despite his uneasiness. The air in the room now felt cool. Tommy’s nipples hardened and his flesh tingle..., raising goose bumps on his arms and legs. “Thomas, you’ll need to remove those,” she said softly, struggling with an increasingly dry mouth. “I need to examine you.” She stood up straight, arms at her sides, and cleared her throat. Tommy hesitated for a moment. I don’t have a lot of options here, he thought. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband. "We are at the bottom of the staircase now, Slave Wendy," he told her, still keeping his grip on her arm. She was pleased that Marcus already was using the proper terminology. He escorted her into the cool, musty dungeon, which was illuminated by four red candles kept on metal holders affixed to the walls. Marcus let go of her arm. "Slave Wendy, to fully appreciate the treatment you are about to receive, your body must be fully exposed." Wendy obediently removed her dress, underclothes, and. She was awake.She gracefully slid her legs out from under her covers and felt that they, too, were hairless. But they were also firmer than she’d remembered; even in her heyday, she was always having to exercise away the previous meal. But there was no mirror handy, and she merely sat in the dark, wondering what to do next.She slipped her nightshirt off, tossing it on the bed. And she began a journey of discovery with her fingertips. She found her neck was again smooth and firm. Her hands. " Simon asked. "We will have to deal with that when the time comes and they might send us to shrinks and debug us from being gay or wanting to have special fun with other boys.' Jackson said. "They can debug me as much as they like but they will never make me go straight again, I like boys and will end up getting married to a man." Desmond grunted. "Will Jackson be that man?" Simon asked."I sure hope so as he is my one and only as I love being around him as I enjoy his 10 year old penis and.