“Yes, Sir.”After the food had been served and eaten, Mrs. McArthur got up and announced the following:“Since just last weekend was our Annual Fa...ily BBQ, today we intend to have only a couple of games. We have, Spoon Egg Carry, Pass the Fruit, Sack Races, and Egg Toss for distance. All of these are completely voluntary.”I turned to Claire and asked, “What’s Pass the Fruit?”“A person takes an orange and puts it under their chin. The next person must get it from them and put it under their own. " I whispered back."You let me know that at least one person in the audience wasn't enjoying my embarrassment," she said, "and that helped me get through!"Then came my turn to make an ass of myself. Turns out, Polynesian dances are primarily done with ankles and knees. That's what makes those delectable hips swing and sway so provocatively, and tiny Teresa was really good at it when her top wasn't falling down. I, on the other hand, couldn't get the hang of it, much to the amusement of all and. She could feel the razor move slowly and carefully over her body, removing the stubble and bringing a cool sensation to her. She trusted him because she knew that he would not do anything to hurt his property. His fingers and aim were careful with the utmost precision he finished shaving her wiped her down removing the left over shaving cream.With all the care she could feel the wetness and desire returning. He knew how to touch her body so she would respond. His fingers melted her and teased. He felt a great sense of relief when Max led him to the truck for the ride to the club.Club GanymedeIt was a private club in what had been a large house just outside the city. It was named for "Ganymede," the beautiful Greek youth in mythology who was a*****ed by the god, Zeus, and made cup-bearer to the gods. Essentially, Ganymede was male-bitch for the gods to play with and use. His club was a place for men to bring their boys and privately or publicly use them and share them. The club also.