Well we could always ask Stephanie to show you proofcouldn't we. Stephanie," she says turning to me. "Could you prove to Mrs.Stewart that you are, ind...ed, a boy?" How," I stammer in reply."I think there's a very easy way of doing it, Stephanie," my mistressresponds."I'd rather not," I reply, hoping that this is a dream I'm about to wakeup from."And I'd rather you did," my mistress says sternly. "Unless you'd like meto help." No, ma'am, I'll do it," I say, mortally embarrassed about what I. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess. The bet, right?" Ross seemed somewhat distracted."Well, you won," Butch stated. "In the last three months I haven't been to bed with a single girl, so I guess you win." Me either," Ross said.Butch started to ask what about Rhonda when he remembered that after he changed back, it was as if Rhonda never existed."Why not?" he asked."Well, I've been thinking about settling down and starting a family lately," Ross confessed."Who's the lucky girl?" Butch asked, surprised and. “How long had I worn the suit for?”, and I briefly remembered a session with the dom rubber couple where we had lost all sense of time, so I said about 7 hours. “Did the suit leak, and how do I react to wearing rubber for a long time?”, as far as I knew there were no leaks in the suit, but wearing rubber for a long time does make me sweat a lot, especially in tight bondage, but the suit always seemed to hold in my perspiration which doesn't bother me, although my previous doms had commented on. "It did hurt a bit, just some, and he took it out and started rubbing my lips some more with his cock. I asked him if he thought it would go in all the way. I mean, what did I know, I was sixteen and new at all this. "Anyway, he rubbed around, god I wanted this to happen so bad, and he pressed it in again, this time a little deeper. I was thinking that he'd never get it all the way inside me. He left it there, just the tip in me and moved in and out just a little and that really felt good..