I continued, “Assuming there’s nothing unexpected tonight, the hard part will be facing additional inevitable deaths. People have been at this two...days now. They will get tired, and the losses will build up. If we can hold the web together, I will call for reinforcements tomorrow.”I offered Lord Morgan the soap. He said, “And if it doesn’t?”“It had better. I don’t know; our contract requires that we evacuate everyone. That’s a standard clause of course, rarely ever used. I wonder how often that. But the brushes kept happening and the rubbing of my glutes crept deeper towards my crack. I found myself enjoying it, the thrill of being touched whilst my wife was laying just feet away from me was starting to make me hard. I shifted slightly to open my legs a little. The masseuse became even bolder with her strokes - they were beginning to feel more than accidental brushes, her fingers seemed to linger on my balls.My heart skipped a beat. The masseuses had asked us both to flip over. My cock. I ask my mom how it feels masturbating with a dildo? She became shy but did not say a word and ran to the bedroom. I entered her room after some time and saw that she is sitting on the bed.She said, “I have not had sex with anyone for 8 years, so I started masturbation, it is normal.” She then asked me, “In a week, how many times do you masturbate?”I said, “About 7 times a week.” She was shocked to hear that and said, “Don’t masturbate so much.” I replied, “Can you stop masturbating?” She said,. . for my princess toreally be my special sissy gurl... she needs man cock in her... and realman juice.... "He squirmed.... she grabbed his jaw..... "Look at the monitor." Shesqueezed his jaw more. What he saw was a man, from the waist down, veryshiny, almost vinyl like black pants at his bottom. Slowly, he unzippedhimself.... and eased his man cock out... circumcised and erect....."See peaches... that's a man cock.... and it's going in you.... to makeyou a sissy."Whimpering... he watched.....