I still work the same areas of my body, but using different exercises and weights.He's keeping a minute record of my progress. He weighs me; measures ...he circumference of my arms and legs and chest; takes skin fold measurements. In the mornings I have to pee into a glass jug which they take away – to test I suppose.They sometimes take blood from me - and they keep giving me injections. Every morning. I have no idea what they are for. I hope it's something like vitamins but I don't know what to. But tonight he wanted something else. He wanted to be immersed in the softness and beauty. He wanted to feel as delicate and womanly as he could. He stroked the gowns and robes hidden on the back side of the door. Barbara enjoyed frilly feminine things and her nightgowns were all seductive and beautiful, with lace trim, bloused sleeves and panels of chiffon. He had worn them all and loved to climax while thrilling to their special carress. Tonight he selected a long nylon nightgown with wide. "Okay, big brother, fuck me." Isn't there some rule about don't fuck within twenty minutes of eating?" Henry said. He couldn’t help but giggle when he realized his comment had been out loud."That's swimming, you goof."Henry stuck his fingers in her pussy. "You feel wet enough to swim in." Then dive on in."Henry stood and positioned himself behind her. Her sweet ass was standing up proudly in the air. He'd gotten to know her pussy pretty well the night before, but he still loved the feeling of. She slowly waked over to the opposite side of the bed in which I was laying. She leaned over towards me and began kissing my neck softly. I reached up to caress her neck but she slapped my hand down and whispered in my ear in her sluttiest voice, “you can look but do not touch.” Then she reached down and grabbed my cock hard, squeezed it and said, “I am going to get this dick harder than it has ever been before,” and gave me another little lustful smile. She got on her knees on the bed and.