"That's the only way to handle her," Brock advised. "If she picks on you, you pick right back." I liked it," Meredith said, sticking her tongue out at...both of them. "So you might want to find something less pleasurable if you want me to stop." Who said I want you to stop?" Randi asked with a saucy grin – just before she jumped off Brock's lap and headed up the stairs. Brock dumped Meredith on the floor before racing off after Randi. Randi and Brock were exchanging high fives when a scowling. Tea, a little milk, no sugar, and toast, buttered all over.”“Huh, you remembered.”I smiled, “Of course, eighty quid is eighty quid.”“Aw! Thanks.”I felt a flush of pride, “No problem, thanks for a great night out, I really enjoyed myself.”“You did?”I nodded, “Yeah, I did.”“I enjoyed it too. Would you do it again?”I tried to frown to make her laugh; she was too docile for that, “I might.”“See? Wasn’t so bad was it?”“No, not at all,”“Fuck, Jack, I mean slave, look at your hair!”I tried to run. But this time, I'll be rolling and kneading your balls in my hand."I was gasping and panting. It was all I could do to not grab my dick. It wouldn't have taken me two strokes, and I'd have blasted my come across the room. It had happened before, but Lisa acted angry when I came before she said I could."Mike, go lay down on your bed. Lay on your back on your bed. Are you there yet, Mike?" Yes," I hope I gasped it out loud."Good, because now you're going to do your share. You're going to tell me. “Boy, that sure is a pretty one Thomas! If my boy wasn’t here I would love for us to get better acquainted! I tell you what: if I lay on my side facing Chip, why don’t you lie behind me and then we’ll see what occurs.”Barbara did just that, and I did as she said. I carefully hiked her skirt up at the back, leaving her hip and thigh partially covered. I then raised my kilt, draping it over her hip and pushed against her bare backside. That in itself felt very nice, but then I felt her leg raise.