”I went to the Green Room and sat with the guys. My wives joined us and we all kissed and hugged.“It looks like we have a winner!”“Paul, it do...s indeed. You were wonderful, and YOU Ronnie. My God now I see what Carla meant when she said that you have magic fingers!”“Of course!” Ronnie smiled!I drank a bottle of water and went to the bathroom. As I pulled out my penis to pee, a hand reached around and took control of it. The pee went straight into the urinal and when I was done the hand shook me. Maybe you can read some of it out loud to her, and see if she thinks the same way you do. You know how much she likes it when you talk about doing something that makes her money." I don't want to tire her out, and sometimes, these reports and statements can be pretty dry and dull reading." You know Dad, Mama doesn't think this stuff is dull. I think it excites her when you talk about that stuff. As long as you remember to keep putting in the parts where she's going to make lots of new money.. It was always conducted after sundown so that there was no escape from the cold that came with the snow and ice. They would call us out by number, as though we were rehearsing for some twisted reality show. Then, with their counterparts across the boarder watching, they would beat us severely, and make us perform sex acts so that the soldiers from the republic could judge if we were worthy of becoming sex slaves for them. The alternative to this kind of life was an absence of life. There was no. I know I am not gay but low hanging balls always excite me. I notice my fellow gym goers in the change room and always wondered why they had low hanging balls and I didn't. But that is another story. I stood back a little bit and gazed upon Ben's body. It was perfect. He was of a similar height, no chubbiness so was probable around 150lbs. "Low hanging balls excite me", I said. "Would you feel grossed out if I touched them?" No. Help yourself but only if you allow me to feel your cock.