Me: bye aunty, mein chalta hoonAunty: are beta itni barish mein ghar kere jaoge?Me:mein manage krlunga auntyji, aap fikr mat kijiyeAunty: nahi aaj raa... tum yahi so jaaoMe: nahi aunty mein apko taklif nhi dena chata hoonAunty: nhi beta isme taklif kaisi, par barish mein bhikar tum bimar pad jaogeMe: thik hein mein ghar par inform krta hoonMeime ghar par bata diya aur mein hall mein aunty ke sath tv ke samne baith aunty ne .Ere bare mein pucha aur meine sab bata diya fir meine aunty ko unke bare. As people moved off for lunch we were left alone and at that point he asked if he photograph me, complimenting me on my statuesque build and blond Scandinavian looks.I concurred and as he took them it appeared perfectly natural to those few people around us, we could be father and daughter enjoying ourselves at the pool.He suggested some on the boat deck and I agreed, moving down one flight and towards the bow of the boat.This area was deserted and after a couple he dared me to go nude, then. “I don’t like needles.”He filled the syringe, then sat on his bed. “I know, lay across my lap. This way you don’t have to watch.” She lay across him. Mark pulled down her shorts and panties and caressed her tight cheeks.“Hey.”“What? I’ll be touching more than that in a few minutes. Hold still.” He tore open a wipe and swabbed an area. Fran yelped as Mark injected her. He rubbed the knot away, straightened her clothes, and sat her on his lap. “It’ll be a few minutes before it kicks in. Sit and. .got to.... stop. This.. is....not....natural....Ahhhh". It finally subsides, and I can barely feel anything there. I lay back on the bed to recover.The clock says - 8:09AM - I look down my torso, at the bottom part of the zipper is a little bulge and I can tell I have a very little dick and balls. "Having some balls is better than having no balls", I thought. I have to get some help. I will put a pair of gym shorts over my jeans to hide my (lack of) bulge. As I open my underwear drawer again,.