? I know you are standing in front of me as I feel your fingers sliding all over my exposed and freshly shaven cunt.? My breathing is ragged from my e...citement.? I wish I could not respond but when you started that...my body betrayed me to your touch."You missed some spots slut... since you can't do it correctly, I will wash your cunt...or should I say my cunt".You take your clothes off, untie me from the towel rack and lead me blindfolded to the shower.? You retie me to the rack in the. "No Ann, I want the sissy to retain his prick and balls, I think with a well filled bra, and a nice rounded arse the sissy will be made completely aware of his subservient position in this household, and retaining his prick and balls will increase his torment and our amusement."This statement had been greeted with laughter by the doctor, a lesbian and who had a strong hatred of the male sex.She was bought out of her thoughts by the sound of her mother outraged voice, "You disgusting sissy how. Disoriented at first, Sandy stared blankly from the big bed she lay in. Slowly she began to make sense of her surroundings as the familiar furnishings of the room she shared with her companion, Karen swam into view. After a minute or two the dull ache in her belly began to come into focus."Mmmm," Sandy moaned. She stirred slightly. She lay on her left side. The dull pain radiated lower. Slowly Sandy reached a hand down exploring gently between her legs and the source of the pain. What the. J. Harvey Kincaid quickly became the center of the supper table conversation. He was a veritable stallion of a man, the epitome of the rugged, handsome, square-jawed, determined man in his virile late twenties battling the elements, whatever they were—and winning and possessing what and how he pleased. His stories were awe-inspiring fables of man, in concert with other men, battling the elements and prevailing. And the way he told them to those who worshipped at his feet was spellbinding. Most.