It was a few minutes before the governor and the task members took their seats. Apparently there were a few things going on before the meeting. This p...blic meeting was just for show; there was no real business carried out.I knew this because Jenny had given me blow by blow accounts of some of the meetings. The important business was done behind closed doors. Sometimes she had come home so frustrated she just had to unload on someone. I always let her unload on me. Then afterwards we would. "Quiet, whore! I told you NOT to cum without permission and you did it anyway. I don't care if it was a 'accident' or not, you need to learn more self-control of your urges apparently," he said gruffly. I stood there trembling as he spoke, his hand still gripping my throat. He released my throat and grabbed my hair pulling me to an empty corner of the living room. He pushed me into the corner and pushed my head into the corner. "Now stand here in the corner and think about what you have done. "How long is your dick, young man? she asked. I don't know. Maybe 5 or 6 inches. I've never measured it." She got up quickly and went over to the sewing maching and grabbed a tapestry measure and brought it back. She put the metal end up next to my body and pulled the other part out to the end of my dick. "Seven and a half inches. Not bad for a YOUNG MAN" I was surprised. But 7 1/2 inches didn't mean anything to me, because I didn't know what other guys had, except for what. Neither one of us really knew how to broach our fantasies to our friends (or even if we should). So on the surface, we were just planning a regular party. But we're secretly thinking: 'If we all get drunk enough...'A few days go by and I meet my friend Jenn for lunch. I tell her about the party and she's in. (Of course, she has no idea about my secret hopes. She's just thinking it'll be a fun place to blow off some steam.) We're eating lunch and I keep thinking of one of those.