"Still holding my hand Junior led me out of the elevator and I said, "Thankyou sir. Thank you to all three of you for the tour of your dungeon. I look...orward to serving you all again." Then I winked at Junior.Mark met us at the elevator and Junior released my hand, and my husbandreached down and took hold of it. Reclaiming me and then he looked the boysover and said, "So did you enjoy my wife's company for the last hour and ahalf?"The boys assured Mark that they did and thanked him for allowing. It was time for lunch so my father called me from downstairs to have lunch. I adjusted my pants and came down to the dining area.But only my father was sitting on not the table watching the sports channel. I asked him where are mom and Manish? He said that they are in the kitchen and that Manish is helping my mother to serve the lunch. I knew that they definitely must be doing some sexual thing inside.I wanted to see with my eyes so I told my father that I am also going to the kitchen to help. To paraphrase WillRogers (who had a beautiful cock and balls), "I never met a cock Ididn't like." The trouble is, even in the best photograph, a photograph of acock and balls is still just a photograph. The beauty is there, but notthe life and there must be life in a cock to enjoy it to the fullestextent--or, at least, the semblance of life. Motion pictures are better than still photographs at capturing asemblance of life, but they, too, are ephemeral. They flicker for a fewminutes, and then. I was prom queen not only for the junior and senior proms, but the write-in vote picked me senior prom queen when I was a sophomore, though the principal disallowed it. In high school I got even better service. Guys did my homework, wrote my papers, wrote my book reports, chauffeured me wherever my fancy desired, bought me things just because I wanted them and granted any other whim that came into my mind. A perfect example was this nerd named Bill. I mockingly took to calling him Little Willie.