He is such a sissy, he even isbeginning to talk like a girl. Oh, god will this happen to me?My mom tried to console me saying all will be ok. At least...I was notgoing to jail, she said.Just then the lawyer said to my mom that if he can't accept his newsentence or he makes your life miserable, the judge could prescribe atreatment to help him accept his new sentence.Mom tried to console me by saying, "Paul, it is not all that bad, youdon't have to have a girl operation, you are still a boy but you. .." >I start stroking it >"look at me, mom." >she's biting her lip, very obviously nervous, still looking away >"MOM!" >she flinches again and looks up at me >"you lost the bet, time to keep your promise." >"anon, please..." >"open your mouth." >she kinda just sat there staring at me for a second, too afraid to do anything >"don't make me yell again, mom. open your fucking mouth." >she hesitantly slowly opens her mouth >slowly push in as much of my cock as i can fit into her mouth >she whimpers. However, that still left the huge problem of how to fill their time. It would take a while to develop a routine, and he was worried about losing authority if his control seemed tentative or sporadic.In one of his middle of the night restless periods, he got an idea when thinking about the slaves losing weight. He recalled how secretive they both had been about their weight. Ed had joked that one sure way of getting Julie angry was to be anywhere nearby when she stepped on the scale. The result. Kristen was generally the one who took initiative and brought our sexual adventures to a higher level. I waited for her to hint at what would be next and followed her initiative obediently. She seemed to be extra curious on this afternoon and I was in an ecstatic state of suspense as she operated. Kristen squeezed both of my inner thighs rigidly with her small hands, stretching the crotch of my pants firmly around my enlarging erection. I could feel my cock throbbing intensely beneath my pants.