Welcome to world of smut. Where sex is continues, blow job’s are costumery and edging is a life-style. To be royalty means carrying custodian keys. Opening a candy factory of choices. Hanky panky, spank bank quota filled. This is straight up LGBT with a PhD in the red-light district. Without the high cost flight. So detailed it makes you feel like the director. It’s wild imagination hyped up on sugar with Adderall thrown in the mix for good measure. Mrs. Duncan has left me a starry eyed zombie (for the pent-up). I so want at your brain. Like the story too. Though it has a bit of a loop, but go broke or go home. . . rights erotica? is somewhat undersated. She’s still handing out blue balls like Halloween candy (and I’m a chick)!
On a scale of 1 to 5
Hanky Panky is 5⁵ (for the lovers of math)
Overall 5
Performance 4.5
Story 3.5
Narrator Joel Leslie is phenomenal. He only gets a 4.5, because I’m so used to his mix-up on the voices. That wasn’t really present here. But I still feel like a teenage at heart over his concert voice.