"From now on I want you dressed in stockings and suspenders each day atwork, under your trousers, do you understand," instructed Mark. "You'regoing to...become my little sissy, sucking my cock whenever I wish."Although I'd never admit it to my boss, I felt so excited by his words,the only thing that worried me is I hoped to god my wife and daughternever found out The following day was probably the only time in over 20 years that I'dactually looked forward to going to work. I couldn't sleep that. Bobby grasped the importance of riffle files immediately, and his carvings soon took on the professional appearance of a master craftsman. His work began to be requested, and a bank account was opened in his name. It took three weeks for Bobby to understand (and accept, really) what a bank was, and that he actually had money in that facility that was his, and which he could access for his own wants.In short, all was well in Bobby's little microcosm of human relationships for the first time in. As you look you realize you are surrounded by men, in front and behind, sitting to the left and right, how many are sporting, 'A Morning Woody' a need for sex with any female at hand, someone like myself, trapped amongst them, powerless to move and so warm and soft, curvaceous and sexy, a girl who might just feel the way they do, so another touch is administered, more daring and a tad more touchy feely, as it was more lingering with slightly more pressure, a crossover touch, the point where the. He was weak - as weak as a kitten. Sure, his bodywas physically impressive, and he was a talented killer, but in hismind, in his soul, he was feeble. For all of his life, he had usedviolence as a crutch, propping up his fragile life. Strange, that ittook impending death to show him the error of his ways. His life was alie. He was no champion. He was just a frightened child who hadsquandered his gifts in favor of his own selfish needs and wants. Hewas a killer, a murderer, and in that.