I um, suppose that ... well, would be ... um, what I was referring to.”Mark let his hand sit there, relishing the moment: so soft, so warm, and oh s...o good.“Can I?” Rana whispered softly.“What?” he replied.“Touch you?”“Of course you can,” he said, somewhat surprised that she’d bothered to ask.She moved quickly and kissed him. That was a surprise. Her tongue, alive and electric, forced its way past his lips. His free hand went to her back; her hand went to his crotch as she drove him backward. I looked up at her and still could hardly believe that this girl now owned me. I knew I would come to her when she wanted me. I knew I would let her have her way with me. I did truly belong to her. And I knew she was going to take me as her own — right now. Her mouth kissed at my neck, at my shoulders, and to the curve of my breasts. I was breathing heavily as I watched her wonderful lips return to my aching nipples. She licked and teased me as I squirmed beneath her. Her mouth went lower,. She smiled back at him, nervously. He leaned forward to try and hear what he was saying. That was when the hand touched her again, high on her thigh. inside again, beneath her skirt.She froze.Smiling faces in all directions. The crowd was so tight around her she was unable to tell whose hand it was! It moved, stroking gently. Kirstie felt like a prisoner, trapped in a sea of men. It was as though the press of men had conspired to pin her in position giving her groper a free rein. She couldn't. The two doctorskept remarking about my cock sucker lips, but it was the one thing theydid to me I thought made me look a little odd and that looked like I hadhad plastic surgery. At some point, I realized I could never go home tomy parents again..The one real mistake I made one was when I signed a release form for anorchiectomy. I was signing release forms right and left and at one pointwe were talking about shaving my Adam's apple and that's what I thoughtit was for. Imagine my surprise.