It was the Judge."Kevin, I hear the company has sent you their best man, Jack. I also heard all about your excitement last night. We are looking into ...things, but you need to be extraordinarily careful until we figure out who's who, and what's what."On another note, the President was briefed about your hunch, and how it played out. He knows you saved his bacon, again. You have earned a true friend there. That is something rarely seen in Presidential politics. The President of the United States. "I don't have big titties, Dan. Guys like big titties and I'm flat." You have perfect titties, Jan, my love. They are YOUR titties, and therefore, by definition, perfect. I knew how big your titties were. I'll admit, I looked."She smiled shyly, not something that went with her recent rant, and then dropped her arms to her sides. "Well, love, this is what you get..."They were perfection in small packages. Firm. Not a bit of sag, perfectly formed, quarter-sized areolae, pink, with similarly. Can she see me sitting on my lower legs fingering my little man in a boat. I let out a little moan. Ms Wilson slaps my moms bottom hard. SMACK. I hear Ms Wilson tell my mom to straddle the coffee table. My mother mumbles her protest. SMACK. I sneak down the stairs silently to the door. I see my mother lying face down on the coffee table her arms and legs are being lashed to the table. My moms pussy is wide open her lips are puffy and swollen. Her little brown rose bud opens and closes. My jeans. Flat, sculpted hairless torso. A beautiful (in my humble opinion) hairless pair of testicles, topped by a circumcised shapely and hairless penis that seemed to float in the water above my testicles, but unable to detach itself from them. My body could never look better. This was male nakedness to perfection, I concluded.My self-admiration was interrupted by a Japanese man, who had stepped out or the doorway, to stand almost at my feet, and who seemed to be admiring my body from above, and from.