Dus waren het al snel met elkaar eens.Op het afgesproken tijdstip belde ik aan. Een man deed open en nodigde mij uit om binnen te komen. Ik kreeg een ...lek in de keuken aangewezen en hij vertelde mij waar ik alles kon vinden. Vanuit de keuken had ik zicht op de woonkamer. Daar zat een vrouw op de bank met haar rug naar mij toe. Met de man had ik afgesproken dat als een belletje ging ik naar binnen zou komen om te horen wat hun wensen waren. Vervolgens liep de man vanuit de keuken de woonkamer. Why would he even want to free himself?His hand wandered to his pants and felt through the fabric how hard he was again. How horny he was. How hot it made him to be a traitor. No. It just turned him on to have been brainwashed. With one hand he leaned on the table and with the other hand he fished his cock out again."Damn is this control hot." He moaned and started jerking off. It wasn't long before he was standing wide-legged in front of the computer, jerking his cock with both hands and. Soon he had a roll in front of each of the three women. Both Brenda and Beth put their hand on his arm as they thanked him. He seemed to enjoy that. He came back and stood by me as we ate our roll at the counter. When everyone was finished but Brenda, I had Jimmy collect the plates and forks and we rinsed them off and stuck them in the dishwasher.I wondered why Brenda was so slow eating hers, but I figured out what she was doing soon enough. Since Jimmy was turned away from the table, he did. Dr. Meadows says I am repressing my sexuality when I broach the subject of sex.I suppose he is right, but the problem is more complicated. Sexually, I am still a man, but my body doesn't fit that definition anymore. I no longer like looking at women since they remind me of what I have become, and needless to say, I have developed no interest in dating men. My body may occasionally express feminine signs of interest in either a handsome young man or a beautiful girl, but my mind refuses to have.