But she does like tochat."Hi Mrs Burrows, I'm fine, how are you?" I say smiling as I lock thedoor."Oh doing well, doing well..." She looks me up and d...own and raises aneyebrow. "I think you need to do up a few more buttons on your blouse?"I freeze, and my hands go to my chest.. yes, I've not done up enoughbuttons to be decent. I hurriedly fumble with them, my face bright redas I try and find something to say."Oh no! I am sorry, I spilt something on my blouse earlier and had tochange it in a. More than one I tried to catch a quick glimpse of a boy I liked in his boxers, the tight cotton stretched over the two gentle humps of his arse, and I my mouth dried and heartbeat quickened to see the ever growing bulges at the front, as their cocks grew bigger and bigger through the years. Unfortunately I had never got to see any of them naked, we had showers in the locker room but no one used them, although they were happy enough to walk around in their boxers and nothing else all the better. Unlike most people, Bob hears or reads something and can later recall it verbatim. It is because he has a gift that what he tells as his story bears extreme credibility. What began as if a simple physical examination for a marriage license became instead his living a situation that goes beyond all logical and scientific understanding! This is his story of a young man deformed by powers inexplicable in modern times.At the age of eighteen, Bob traveled with his parents to visit relatives living. Ankle cuffs were placed around my feet and my hands were released in back and re fasten in front. My legs were spread apart and attached at the ankle to the extreme ends of the bar. My hands were pulled through between my legs and fastened to the center of the bar. I could not be in a more helpless and readied position for anything they would want to do to me. My ass was spread and high in the air as I was on my knees with my face almost on the floor. Swaaaaattt!!!! I heard and felt from.