There is no better way of humiliating and dominating a guy than striking his balls."Lisa Kudrow was first to kick my balls. Her booted-feet gave my nu...s a good kicking and I rolled over on my side as the pain filled my entire body. Next, it was Jennifer Aniston's high heeled-feet that gave my nuts a tremendous jolt. She kicked so hard that it knocked her shoes right off of her feet. She picked her high heels up off the floor and she kept them in her hands as she rubbed my entire penis with her. I used her quite shamefully in all manner of ways, but she was still always at my side waiting for my pleasure. The difference between her and “bitch” her predecessor was astonishing. Stupid “bitch” would find fault with any silly little unessential concern. Then, when I deemed it necessary to lead her to enlightenment over my knee, she often hissed and spat at me like some of these independent-minded Western pussies are inclined to do. The only solution to her rebellious nature was the. Instead, she jumped to her feet and held out her hand to Ben. "Come on, let's finish washing up and--" She stopped herself mid-sentence. As Ben crawled to his feet, his magnificent penis made it abundantly clear that they weren't finished with business yet. Turning an even darker shade of pink, Ally worried her lower lip. How do I tell him that I don't have the slightest idea what to do next?As if sensing Ally's insecurities, Ben folded her into his arms in a tight bear hug. It didn't take her. A figure rose from the shadowed corner chair. Its steps brought it into the dim candle lit bedside area. It was Belinda, of course. She wore nothing. Her drape of soft brunette tresses tickled her shoulders. Her lips were frosted fire-engine red. In Belinda’s hand was a foot long black wand, thick as her finger with a red rubber tip, looking like an oversized black pencil with eraser. Ned blinked his eyes to clear his vision, assuming he was dreaming. Looking again, she was still there. Belinda.