“Are someone’s balls nice and sore?” she asked teasingly. “Yes. This is probably a top 5 worst case of blue balls, but I love it. Every time m... balls ache it reminds me who is in control of them,” I said smiling at her lovingly. “Good. I wish I could say I was going to relieve that tension today, but instead I am going to make it much worse. Today is going to be a challenge for you, but one I am confident you can handle. You are going to take that over sensitive cock of yours and fuck my. .. sir ... can we have a chat in private before you leave for the office?" I asked before I lost my nerve."Of course. Help yourself to something and we can meet in my study." There wasn't any hesitation in his voice.I would normally start my morning with a glass of juice, but this morning I decided on a coffee, and I quickly poured myself a cup, following Henrik into his study. As I left the kitchen I glanced at Crystal and saw a knowing smile. She couldn't possibly know what I was planning .... Sam returned a dirty grin. “Come on, John, for real?” Peter urged. “Find out for yourself, “John answered coolly. “Ask her nice enough and I dare say she`ll take you in the storeroom and tug you off.” “I`ll do no such thing!” Catherine stormed as a gale of laughter greeted the suggestion. “Why not, wrist to sore from it?” Sam demanded. “No,” John put in, “more like from frigging her own cunt!” “Does that, does she, the dirty baggage?”Peter asked. “Sure she does, most night,” Sam answered. “You. "Dad whipped his ass... and two-weeks later he was dead... by an accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle." That sonofabitch... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve Foster derided, lighting a cigarette.Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap for that expose mag you work for, Steve." Maybe... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one... if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling.