She was so pretty and she giggled and blushed when Helen introduced us.“Ed, this is Grace, my niece. Grace, Ed here is one of the most honest and in...ustrious young men I know.”If Helen knew the lust I had the second her sweet niece grinned at me, her statement might have been different. I wanted to stay there and talk some more, but, I had to run down two doors and get to my real job. As I left, I saw Grace waving goodbye to me through the window.All morning all I could do was think about. Thegirls didn't because I was a boy. When I tried to join the other kids I wasattacked, teased or at the best, shunned. Although I was pretty good inteam sports I was still picked last.For example, when I was about twelve and walking home from school, this boycame up from behind me and said, "I want to see if you're a boy or a girl,"and goosed me. I fell down to the ground to protect myself. The physicalpain lasted only a minute or two. The emotional pain lasted a lifetime.In high school my. ”“And I don’t like Mondays, yet here we are.”I snorted, but it was replaced a moment later with a groan. “I should be at work,” I complained. “I can’t keep slacking off like this.”“Slacking off? Celine, that company runs just fine because of you. Give your employees some credit. They know what they’re doing.”“Really? That’s why we’re six points behind goal in quality assurance?”“No idea what that means. Don’t speak call center to me this early in the morning.”“Well, you’re always speaking. I didn’t want to get caught with that standingon line while other people behind me would see that toy. I started turning crimson red just thinking about it. Oh shit! The belt-take it off now and put it in your bag. One less thing to worry about.Taking it off for some strange reason made me re-live my incident at JFK. As I smiled to myself-I wouldn’t get stopped for this again. Is this the way smugglers feel? I also remembered how desperately I needed to cum after a week in this chastity device..