I think any jury in the country would vote to acquit, don't you? LOL"So, what do you think? I'd ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up, and do ...our hair, and, and, everything! I'm getting excited!" Kira smiled happily."Mm, do you REALLY think it'll be okay?" I said. "I don't mean do you think that I'll win, I just mean, do you think I won't get too embarrassed?" Sure, it's a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else gets embarrassed, see?" In that case, okay, and I. “I want to thank you for donating your blood, sweetheart. You need to know that it meant a lot to me and to Dee. She was so grateful that she was crying when she told me how you were the first to volunteer to donate the blood at the hospital.”“Come on, Aunty.. You don’t need to thank me. That’s what family is for, right?” I said simply and smiled.“Aaw.. Look how you’ve grown, sweety! Talking like a man now. He he!” she giggled and managed to say through misty eyes.It was around 11 now and Aunt. Bull's long, fat fingers were thicker than the erect dicklet he was playing with. And, of course, I was scared as hell, so vulnerable. He could have hurt me really badly, crushed me. My breathing came hard and shallow. My dicklet started to produce pre-cum copiously. Bull reached up and pinched one of my nipples hard, then stroked my chest. I looked up into his eyes."Do you like my cock?" he asked. "Yes. It's huge. I've never seen one like it. It's beautiful."Bull grinned and let go of my. In college, a couple of my friends had webcams, which they used to keep in touch with boyfriends and families. When I got around to buying one, I selected a wide-angle unit, because I had something totally kinky in mind.I started working at a high-end men’s store while I decided whether or not I wanted to become a buyer of menswear. I also started a blog under another name, detailing my exploits at the strip club.I’d sent Damien the link to my blog so he could read my stories, and convinced him.