"Your ears look okay, Andrew, let's check down below. Stand up, so I can see," and she matter-of-factly pulled up my penis, looked at my testicles, an... asked for the soap."Here," she said, as she soaped up my pubic area, "you really need to keep yourself clean down here. You're a growing boy, after all." She gave a few soapy pulls on my cock and, as you might expect, it began to respond in the manner it was designed for."Oh, look at you. You're getting to be a big boy. Well, let's get you out. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door. Then he turned just as I was heading down the stairs. "Hey man, they're meeting down there..." I turned around and looked up.He shot me a look of pure terror then disappeared as if fleeing a crime scene. I could have gone upstairs and looked for him. But, just as I was weighing that option, I heard my wife's slurred speech. "Now, that. I turned and let her see what I had, asking if she had one of these. Shaking her head she told me she didn’t, she had a slit between her legs, needless to say she showed me, we compared our bits. Before then my penis had been hard some morning when I woke but I didn’t know why, now with Diane touching me, it went hard again, Diane giggled at this and asked if it hurt me, I shook my head, having asked why it was hard I had to tell her I didn’t know, we dressed and continued playing for a time,. A needle prick to the arm and the room goes dark forhim.He wakes up to the sound of the alarm and feels the foot braces and thenight corset release their grip. He's disorientated and it takes him amoment to remember where he was. When he does it hits him like a load ofbricks. He's in the mirrored room, his room. Then he remembers thedoctor, and going under. He pulls himself up to the head of the bed andtosses the covers off, looks down and thinks well, at least it's stillthere. His balls are.