WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN’T ROOM SERVICE? FUCKING CONNECT ME! ... I want a bowl of fruit, eggs Benedict, ham steak, fresh squeezed orange juice ... ... don’t care; squeeze some fucking oranges-and some coffee ... What? ... NO, I want it in thirty minutes or less ... I don’t care how you do it, do it,” and slammed down the receiver.Lance stripped naked and then went into the bathroom carrying a laminated picture of his Jilly baby in a pose that showed his proclivity towards BDSM. It was a picture. “Is it nicer than mine, you never look at mine like that.” I decided the truth was best “Yes I do, I just try not to let you see me looking..and besides, you never wear stuff like that in front of me,” talking about the boy shorts. To my amazement she stood up and start pulling down her pants, she had nothing but a tight g-string thong underneath. “What about now?” she asked, as she turned around, stuck her ass out and began wiggling it like a stripper. I couldn’t help myself, I reached out. Done for the night, I think. My headache is gone. If you’d told me 10 years ago, what my father was working on I’d have hit you and told you not to tell lies about my family. My father was a genius and a respected one at that, he’d never mix himself up with crackpot claims. That’s just crazy, I would have said. They tell me I’m crazy now, for doing what he did. I know I’m not. I’m just dreaming the same dream as every man woman and child on this little ball of dirt, we call earth. My name is. “I've got two holes you know. Now be a good bitch and stick that tongue up my filthy asshole!”I did as she commanded, licking around the brown, tightly puckered hole, before working in the tip of my tongue, working the whole length in as she quietly cooed. I started licking at her everything, and within two minutes, she was convulsing on the bed holding a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples. She lay, gathering her breath, as I just watched, waiting for my next orders.“That was a good boy..