...Ooooohhhhhh the snip. I could write a 2000 adjective only essay on the sensation that shot through my lower abdomen and there is not a woman on thi...s planet that could read it and have even a slightest inkling of what I experienced in that very moment, but it only takes four words to let a brother know -- Kicked In The Balls. Not the initial contact pain like when the foot hits the ball or the balls slap the thigh or butthole, but the stomach ache fallout that follows. It's extreme nausea. "Slumming with the darkies?" he said. "Gonna buy you one or two? Youprobably hate our president." Sir. I voted for Obama," I said."Yeah. Out of guilt," he said."Henry, you shush. He's just ribbing you, Julian. There are some whitepeople he doesn't think should be flogged." She laughed.I smiled weakly. I sat in the chair next to Keisha. I felt perspirationon my brow."So, Julian," Roxanne said, placing a slice of cheese on a Triscuit."Did you make the food? Keisha tells me you cook." A little,. Various big names are coming, including a Senator's wife and daughter from a neighboring state, a Hollywood director who I went to high school with, a couple of prospective business clients (one from a major European designer looking to work with us), several pornstars, and a popular 20 year old singer who broke onto the airwaves just over a month back. All of them are pantyhose enthusiasts that I was put in touch with.I looked in the mirror one more time, admiring the nylon outfit I had. As I removed my underpants, Francine couldn't help but stare at my clean shaven genitals as my cock was, once again, on the rise. More embarrassing was the wet spot on the crotch of my bikini briefs which was now gracing the top of Francine's perfectly bald pussy mound. We both blushed and laughed at the ridiculous garb we wore: she in loose athletic socks and too-wide and too wet boy-briefs, and I squeezed into her pink lace panties with a tiny purple bow on the front waistband. Her training.