Sandra looked at me in horror as I twirled them in my hand. It was then my Dom voice decided to surface. I hadn’t used it in years since before Kayl...’s mother became my wife. As I neared my daughter’s accomplice, I could see her eyes scanning me up and down. I was wearing a bath robe over my boxers to hide the excitement I was feeling at that moment. As I edged closer, Sandra looked at me. ‘You are not going to arrest me. I’m Kayla’s best friend,’ she replied almost snottingly. I quietly went. "It's kind of creepy," Skip whispered. "It's dingy, and dirty, and it smells like -- I don't know what it smells like." It smelled like cum. "Everything's painted black, and there's holes in the walls. Wow!" Skip was getting more and more excited. "I really like it." I was slightly taken aback by his enthusiasm. "So, what do we do?"I opened the closest door that had a green light burning above it. With a mock formal bow, I ushered him into the tiny room. I'm not sure what he had expected, but. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, there are plentyof places along the route where a guy can nip off for a minute. But withmy costume that was out of the question this year so I headed off to theoutside changing rooms. These changing rooms are basically four changingrooms in one so that they can be separated if competitive games aretaking place or used as one big changing room for events like todays.I pushed open the main door of the changing rooms expecting theautomatic light to switch on as I. I am a 64 year old retired IAS officer, who served his bit in the railway ministry. I have a beautiful, sincere, courageous, intelligent wife who is 66 years old, a graduate from Oxford University and has retired from Delhi University as a vice chancellor. We have 6 kids, 3 daughters and 3 sons, and 4 grandchildren, aged 6, 9, 4 and 5. My son’s are well settled with their wives, 2 of my daughters are married happily and the remaining daughter is a doctor, practicing her art with the UN and.