Her standard way was for it to tightly clench his balls into a plump round balloon that she could squeeze to spur him on; or as a handy handle to drag...him out of her snatch suddenly.Either way it left his balls aching for some while; which he'd come to enjoy.An alternative use was to clip the balls up onto his shaft.Margo said this curbed him from his "wham -bam-thank you mam" attitude; because any hard thrust from him, and his nuts would smash into her crutch.It was just the job for a long. Phoebe goes to talk with the other bartender and is soon back without her apron, ready to go. She had been working all afternoon, but Phoebe has a way of always looking exactly right.The four go to the car, and Les drives with Phoebe in the front seat, Abbie and Tim in the back make the short trip home. There once more, the car is unpacked, not anywhere as full as the last couple of days, and Tim carries the ottoman into the sitting room. Then he heads to the kitchen to start fixing. “Later, Brody,” Leo grunted, turning his face to the medic. The medic was looking at him with apparent disgust. For a moment, Leo thought about going over there and wiping the sour expression right off the jackass’s face. Maybe rip his head off and skull-fuck him.At the last second, he decided not to. What the fuck did he care if the asshole approved of him or not. Fucking Navy or Deco puke.“How much fucking longer are they gonna be in there?” He demanded of the attendant.“At least another two. Missed. Crap. I needed to work on my anatomy, so I didn't miss so much. He was getting all the good shots!"So, what's the problem? The bully you were telling me about from school. He's the guy's son, isn't he?" Yeah, the jack ass. He moved into my room, even slept in my bed last night!" LOL! Where did you sleep?"My emotion italics showed me bowing my head in shame. "In the bed next to him." ROFLMAO!" He swung his sword and hit the Ettin in the chest. "You're k**ding me, aren't you? Seriously.