It surprised me how good that kiss felt.“Will you share him a little, sweetie? With me, and maybe with your dad?”Dad? I must of tensed or somethin... because I felt Mom squeeze me. I heard something between a laugh and a giggle and she squeezed me again.“Surprised you, Charlie, didn’t I? Your dad can be pretty frisky sometimes.”I’d never thought about it before. About Danny, I mean. It was selfish, I was thinking all about myself like most kids do, but I realized it wasn’t fair for me to decide. John brought home champagne (which he abhorred), single malt scotch (which he adored) and a fine cognac. He'd also untied the purse strings and had a catering company bring exotic snack food including caviar (which he hated) and a selection of cheeses, dips and other delights that would frighten anyone who thought of sugar or cholesterol."Do we satisfy you?" Barbara's question to her husband came in mid-evening after they (she and her sister) had demolished two bottles of champagne and John had. I hung there exhausted.“Just ten more kicks, Chris,” Layla said. 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. I know I'll tell him I'm in Cuba, cause I know he won't go there, cause he thinks we should nuke the place and wipe it off the face of the world. I don't remember even falling a sleep but when I woke up I was very hungry, and ready for what the day was to bring me. I ordered room service and when my breakfast came I give the server a huge kiss telling him that if he wanted more of a tip he would have to come back later, as I give his soft cock a squeeze through his pants. He smiled and said he.