"I'll never be a sissy!" That's up to you Ashley," His mother answered emphasizing his name. "Icertainly don't mind having a daughter, do you dear?"...She asked, turningto her husband. "Not at all," He said with a smile. "I think she looks so much nicer thisway as a matter of fact!"Josh burned with anger and embarrassment but wasn't about to push hisparents any further afraid of what else his mother might decide to do tomake him look nice for church the next day. Instead he opted to sitquietly. "So, what do you need from me?" I asked."I understand that you write stories," he said. "I've read some of them... most of them - at least as many as I could find with an internet search." He paused as if thinking of how to phrase his next comments. "And I understand that you have met Shelly's models and they are impressed with you." I don't know if I impressed them, but yes, I have met them." I would like you to interview them and write their stories," he said. "Would you be willing to do. Well, it’s more than an incident as it was an assignation attempt on the life of the Russian Premier. Apparently when the Premier and our Secretary of State were leaving a building where they had been meeting, three gunmen from a country that is still to be determined attacked and started shooting at them. The Russian Premier’s and the Secretary’s security returned fire. The Secretary and the Premier both took cover behind some concrete pillars. What no one except the Secretary saw was a fourth. You go to your dresser drawer and slide it open. You search within and then turn to me. In your hands I can see a pair of chrome handcuffs and my cock cage which is a mesh of iron rings soldered together which encase me and prevent me touching myself, or achieving an erection. You walk to me and roughly cuff my hands behind my back. You step in front of me and kneel. You take my cock and balls in your hand and I shudder with pleasure and start to stiffen again at the touch of your skin. You.