Still, I felt a little moisture gathering in the corner of my eye.Aunt Marie's warm mouth still engulfed me. She was moving slowly, gently, and I was ...eartbroken to feel her release me. I lifted my head above the roof line, letting the fierce wind wash over me. I wanted to raise my hands over my head and scream 'I'm King of the World!' I realized that if I stretched up just a bit higher, I'd be able to see into the front seat. I could see the top of Dad's head and leaning to the middle, I saw a. Now I really wish you would have let go of me in the air so I could at least look forward to hitting the ground. That I’d at least know what would come next. Yet, you don’t put me down; however your grip does constrict tighter around my tiny fragile body. My breathing catches, and you are intrigued. Your lips part slightly, causing my body to react in a dyer aching need for a fix of your luscious mouth. Hesitantly you begin to lower your face, and for an instant I thought you were going to kiss. After getting ID and another 20 minutes in line I finally get my card reset. What an awesome memory, humiliation at it's best. Oh yeah, forgot, only 1 of three elevators was working. So each time a group of people are standing around waiting and I'm in my platforms towering over most. One lady asked if I was in a show which was nice. Another time I was staying at the Howard Johnsons on the strip. The room I got had a balcony right over the parking lot. So after getting slutted up I would. My wife was feeling excited. There was no sign of protest. After playing for a while,Tailor- Can you please remove your kameezWife- But why, no tailor takes such measurement removing kameej.Tailor – mam, it is only for the perfect fitting of your choli only.Wife- But how can I do it here, someone passing by can see me.Tailor – Relax mam . No one comes out of society after 8 pmWife- But I Feel shy.Tailor- Relax madam, it is only for you.My wife hesitantly removed her kameej. The tailor was not.