Chapter Ten - Corky
I find myself trembling with the touch of this Miss Mary. Her hands are soft but there is something unfeminine about the manner, the demeanor, the approach. She pokes and prods with an annoying familiarity as if she knows my body... as though she has before groped, and done so with impunity.
Yes, though the girl is five to ten years my junior, her confident savoir faire belies her age and even if not physically restrained and psychologically molded into complete submission, one would tend to obey, capitulate to her knowing touch and superior air.
She finds fascination in my altered genitals... the deeply imbedded testicle piercings and my urethral alteration. Yet it is not the joy and amusement most women exhibit. Instead it is more a reaction of satisfaction... as
