“OK you asked.” I said, I figured if I made her uncomfortable that she would stop. “my dick gets hard and I need to change the direction it’s ...ointing.”“oh” she replied. Her face getting slightly red. I figured that this would end this line of questioning. “Why is it getting hard?”Oooof. I wasn’t expecting her to continue this line of questioning but hey, her mom was always honest with her when she asked any type of question so I figured that the more uncomfortable I made her the less questions. It spoke to her."Personalia Transport Service. Esther Price and Jenny Price?" Yes." You are to come with us." The machine stepped to one side, revealing a rubber-wheeled cart with two seats fixed within it. "Please board the vehicle." Jenny! Grab your bag and come here!" Esther reached in for her own bag, which she had parked next to the door. She slung her bag onto the cart, and waited for Jenny. Jenny hurried with her bag to her mother, and almost stopped when she saw the machine. There was. She said that if I worked out some maybe that would change. Oh, and some plastic surgery might help. And I should try wearing clothes with labels that didn’t read Abercrombie and Dork.” “Anyway, they announced an amateur strip contest. Not sure why they bothered. I was the only guy in the joint without a bare chest, it being stylishly covered with my Abercrombie and Dork T-shirt. Counting bartenders in briefs and shot boys in jock straps, I quickly calculated that there was an average of 0.375. ...' rounds of laughter went thru the four of them as I buried my face in my hands and down into the grimy sheets that was on the mattresses. Some body started to spread a cold jelly like substance over my buttocks and up and down my butt crack and into my anal opening. All I could do was to grimace and plead as one of them straddled my hips and it was no mistaking the cool solid object being pushed into my rectum. The agony was very intense as I tried to clinch my anal muscles to keep the.