Chapter Twenty-Five
I drive home in disgust noting that my hands no longer shake. It is odd to feel physically calm when emotionally I am in a funk.
What am I to tell Linda of the day’s events?
Miss Marsha, my counselor, cleverly made it easy for me to kiss, lick and finally suck a p***s. The threat of punishment, the promise of reward, that I owed Johnny a kindness, making me cognizant of the intimacy of the sordid task... that no one would know... all prompted the otherwise rash decision.
And unbelievably, a tiny erection was achieved.
I had a man’s stiff p***s in my mouth!
It horrifies. But then I console myself. Is Johnny a man? No balls, the shriveled testes now reside elsewhere. And he’s so well feminized. Plus, no one will know, the task unseen but for Miss Marsha and of cour
