I say you are worthy, Bob says you are worthy of this chance. You took care of me since Brabden hurt me so bad I couldn’t think anymore. You even st...od up to her several times and received beatings for me. Who could be more worthy than you, NO ONE! Yes Bob we will do this thing with you. Won’t we brother?”We heard a weak, “Yes brother. But I am only doing this for you so you can have a good life without me.”“We will see about that, now we go, right Bob?”“Yes we go.” I led both boys into my. Additionally, instead of clearly being white, my skin tone is light brown, maybe olive(?), and my hair is black. My eyes are the one thing I recognize without having to imagine myself as a white male. They are still hazel green with gold flecks. I still have the scar from a busted lip from falling down the stairs when I was 9, and the cut on my left ring finger from picking up broken glass and getting cut when I was seven.I cannot help but wonder if Loki isn’t the one in charge of running my. Yet here I was, looking forward to my wife getting pleasure from a better man than me.She had me cuffed to the bed in just my small unassuming white boxers so I could not play with myself. She's made it more than clear to me that I'm only allowed pleasure myself if its by her own hands, which is becoming increasingly rare as time moves on. Well why would she need to bother with my pleasure when she can be pleasing hot young studs and their bigger thicker meatier cocks instead?"I really hope. I hesitated slightly as I approached his office, but a quick memory of Cheryl crying the night before removed any further hesitation and I banged on his door loudly. "Come in," I heard a woman's voice say. I paused. Why was a woman telling me to come in. Maybe I had the wrong office. I looked over and saw Cheryl's desk, and then back at the door. I slowly reached for the doorknob, when the door opened suddenly. I looked up into the eyes of a stunning, tall blonde women. Her golden hair was.