Three years later I decided to take up a teaching post in India myself and I was lucky to get an appointment teaching at a college in Nagpur. It was a... a small leaving party held in the college that one of our Indian teachers told me that Becca now lived in Nagpur, and she had been married to an army man who had died in a clash with some rebels in Kashmir just after they had been married for 6 months. She told me that Becca was virtually penniless, and was relying on help from her family in. Then I’ll be done with you. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.“As you wish.”“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.“Please kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla.. ”He tightened his grip on her waist with her legs, his small delicate arms reaching around to hold at her back, dragging her down into a heated kiss, his cock trapped between their bodies, twitching, cumming. His own pleasure peaking before hers from the constant pressure and the sheer overwhelming lust for her, his seed spreading between their joined bodies, a sticky hot mess joining them together.She came in unison, his climax causing him to involuntarily squeeze and milk her cock, each jet. Left untamed, it had a tendency to curl; I liked it better that way, longed to run my fingers through it, but he thought it made him look like he was wearing a bad powdered wig. And at an even six feet, he towered over my diminutive 5 feet and six inches.Holding the note, I started up the stairs, following the carpet of red petals. I wondered briefly how much this gesture had set him back; red roses are hardly cheap, and there seemed to be rather a lot of them strewn about. The path wound.