She asked me how I could stand to sit on my balls all the time. I laughed and said that I didn’t even know that I was. She asked why my balls were t...ight one time and hanging loose another. I told her that I didn’t know. Then she asked about my erections, what got me hard, and what got me soft again. I told her that almost any sexual thought could get me hard and that usually jerking off was what got me soft again. Then I looked into the pool and told her that ice-cold water sure helped too.Then. I could never get a straight answer on what their natural hair color was.After spending a year in Las Vegas, I got reassigned. I was not sad to have the change. As they say, it is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. The casino area of Las Vegas is very plastic, full of plastic people.My replacement was the man I was replacing, Charles. He was leaving the compound, and I was moving in. I also got promoted to Executive Vice President. I was now second-in-command to Paxton. It’s only an untested personal theory, but I believe the involvement of mothers relates somewhat to the rise of feminism. That movement opened eyes, encouraged women to look beyond their traditional roles. Women are every bit as entitled, wink-wink, to be abettors as men.Maggie is a wannabe sexual enabler for her 14 year old son, Billy. Unlike Katie, Maggie doesn’t have a compliant sister.Maggie is plump, that’s the first thing that people notice about her. But she’s also cute. A little giggly,. She came and sat down beside me and said “so what do you think mom’s going to do?” i said i didn’t know and begged her not to show mom the picture. “maybe we can work out a deal.” she said. As thoughts of me doing dishes and laundry ran through my head, i heard what i wanted to hear the least, “you will be my slave!” sarah stated. I mumbled something about doing whatever she wanted, “well, you could start by painting my toenails.” my sister was not what you would call a pretty girl; she was.