Shortly thereafter, the old man made his entrance. Everyone grew silent as he walked over toward my table.In the formal, royal version of his language...he told me, “Darren you have proven more useful to me than I could have envisioned. I need to remind some, who frequently question my role, why I’m the elder and my word is final. I do apologize in advance for the pedestal upon which you will find yourself, even if you have shown you have earned to be upon it. None will seek to challenge you,. The guys responded with more hoots and shouts. I cut them short with a sway of my middle finger. “Go suck air!” a guy replied to my gesture. I didn’t see the beachball until it was in my face. The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay. I’ve spent more and more time with him at his house the past couple of months. I was learning everything I could to please him.I was lost in thought kneeling at his side. A woman walked into the room and stated that dinner was served. He stood up, reached for my hand and walked us into the dining area. He sat next to me.As we sat there and ate, he asked if I had any questions for him.“Yes. What do you get out of this type of relationship, Sir?” I asked timidly.He looked at me saying, “I get the. He started raising his hips, grinding the jammed prick between her thighs. He put her left hand on his red bulb and she began to circle the knot of it with her fingers, tickling the opening at the top of the bulb.Still he was turning the pages of the book, occasionally asking, “Is this map interesting?” I was sure; he must be showing the promised new pictures. I raised my head and peeped over the table. Uncle’s left hand was in her jacket, massaging her small breasts. Her eyes were half closed.