There was always an audience gathered to watch us. ‘It’s not fair! We should ALL get baths!’ I heard more than once. The sorority sisters never ...got tired of watching me work. Apparently I was the highlight of the week. I rolled up my sleeves to tend to Loretta in the tub. One of the girls moaned and said, ‘Take your shirt off!’ Loretta just rolled her eyes when she heard the girls making a fuss about me. She knew I only had eyes for her. One time Loretta told me how good it felt to have a. Sam looked up at Freddie, opening her mouth a bit in a smile, revealing the pool of pearly white ooze on her tongue before she closed her mouth and swallowed it all down before crawling back up to face him.They kissed, and Freddie was so far into shock that he didn't even care that he was tasting himself on her hot and inviting lips. Their faces crashed together for several moments, him showing her his absolute lo… his absolute appreciation for her."That good?" Sam said, withdrawing her face. A man'spenis and gonads, yes. He was still male. But he was certainly not a"man." He was slight, frail, delicate. He had the ripe breasts and hipsof a well-endowed girl. And, his face... heart shaped, with full, poutinglips, and the great round eyes of a ingenue.Now. Not a man. A love-boy. A man of the year 3096. A man from an agewhen women were huge and Amazonian, and they hunted men for theirpleasure, wooing them and winning them, and wedding them with elaborateceremonies involving the ritual. There was sound, and the image became clearer as I recovered from my grogginess. “You want to please men. You live to please men sissy.” The screen was playing a video of a skinny sissy, who was naked from the waist down, getting brutally fucked by a hairy muscular man. I noticed intermittently the screen would flash close ups of a thick veiny cock with hairy balls from different angles. Mixed with the hypnotic voice telling me to please men and that I was not a man was the soft moans of this.