Perhaps you'd like me to ask Dr.Perhaps you'd like me to ask Dr. van Damme to have it removed?" The suggestion chilled Joe. His cock and balls were the last discernible evidence of his manhood. "That crazy doctor won't cut them off, will she?" wailed Joe in his girlish voice. "Now Joe. How do I know what Dr. van Damme has in store for you?" lied the pretty nurse. Joe was really panicked. "Please don't let her cut my balls off. Please get her to let me keep them." Monica looked at the pretty man as he wept; her teasing him had gotten out of hand. She had to get him re-interested in dressing. "O.K. Joe. I promise you, that I'll see to it, that you'll get to keep your precious little balls." Anxious to get the plan back on track, Monica held up a sleeveless white silk blouse. Joe slipped his arms through the delicate garment and Monica buttoned it up the back. |