I close my eyes and part my lips as she really starts working my foot. I try to ignore the fact that she hike her skirt up a little, so that skin was now on skin.<br/><br/>"I uhhh ... God that feels good. Someone just earned themselves a return foot massage ..."<br/><br/>I take a brief few moments, and regather my thoughts.<br/><br/>"I have a ... You know ... They gave me a ..." I make a diamond shape with my thumbs and forefingers over my crotch. Because I'm too embarrassed to say: "... pussy," finally escapes my lips, just above a whisper. The "band-aid now ripped off," I find it incrementally easier to keep going. "Right below, and partially attached to my co ... penis, where my testicles used to be."<br/><br/>I drain the rest of my second glass, and set it down again.<br/><br/>"It gets even more shocking, and this is the '<em><strong>one thing</strong></em>' I mentioned, that I'm not sure I'm ok with. I uhh ... Let's just say that, in a very short period of time from now, I'm going to have to consider going on some form of ... birth control."