She was staring at the dildo in awe.The music started. We walked around the dildo, waiting for the music to stop. Kept walking, kept walking.Screech. ...The music stoped.She was standing right in front of the dildo. She grabbed the base and tried to work herself onto the massive black dildo. She tried and she tried, but she couldn't get it in.Marcus stopped the show. "Ok Jenny, you have 30 more seconds. If you can't get the dildo in and at least halfway down, the Alexis here gets a shot."I still. I pitched up at Illusions in male mode and was soon settled downwith Imogene and Paul explaining my dilemma. "Duncan has convinced me thatI have a real talent to be the dominant one in a relationship" Iexplained. "He then went on to encourage me to use this ability in aprofessional capacity and set up a facility for sissies and submissivemen. I have to confess that the idea excites me but I have no idea how togo about it. I need your help and advice please!"Imogene could see that I was excited. A childless widower with rugged good-looks, curly black hair, and blue-green eyes, he was the prize for all the eligible ladies around, but they were left disappointed year after year when Ben chose to remain single.Three months ago, on the eve of my grandmother's funeral, I'd confessed how I felt for him when he arrived at the house to pay his respects to Dad. Out of town, on vacation, he hadn't arrived back in time to be at the funeral home. I was outside standing under my favorite oak tree. A few bushes dotted the grass in front of the house and four large magnolia trees framed it all. A little ways from the house was an elegant willow tree. In the distance, Cockerell Creek glittered in the afternoon sun. It was breathtaking. The trip was worth the view alone."You grow up here?" she gasped as they got out of the car and she surveyed the scene."Yep. That windo' there. I used ta climb out at night and sit on the roof 'round the side. Can't imagine why I didn't break my fool.