Almost from our first sparring session where he'd demonstrated a total lack of honor, I'd wanted to kill him. That in itself was unusual for me becaus... I'm normally not that blood thirsty. There are so few human beings left on the planet and there are very few if any children being born anymore. So ordinarily, no matter how bad a person is, I try to imagine some way that they can help our community. I guess I try to see the good in people. But in Diego, that didn't happen.As big and strong as. "Well well, he is a pretty boy," said the oldest man, laughing and pointing at my cock. "You're right, Jim. He does like wearing women's clothing." Let me go, please," I begged Jim who responded by producing a pair of handcuffs and cuffing my wrists behind my back."Nonsense," said Jim. "These men just want to get a look at you. They want to watch us together. And after we are done, I'll take you home."One of the men turned off the overhead light. Now the only light in the room was the desk lamp. He grabbed her hand before she could walk out the door, holding her steady until he was done on the phone. When he finished, he stood up, hugged her tightly, grazed a soft kiss on her left cheek, and whispered, ‘don’t forget me’ in her ear. She hugged him tightly back, and told him ‘never’, letting a teardrop fall. Alana pulled away, and rushed from his office, in a heightened pace, yet, discreet enough not to alarm the other patients in the waiting room. He followed her, only to loose her to. ”“Oh don’t be silly sweetheart,” Cathy said, “these cows udders are sagging badly now but your father likes to see them swinging. Yours are gorgeous, nice and firm but big enough to bounce nicely when you walk, fellas do like to see tits that move, don’t ever be tempted to have a boob job.”“Oh fuck no!” Steve said, “boob jobs are awful, tits need to be natural.” He grabbed Cathy’s breasts. “These fuckers are great, she looks good when we tie them up, we’ll show you later.” With that he gave.