I’ve taken worst blows to my balls.” It was a lie. Ava planted her foot right squarely on both of them. It hurt so Gods damned much. The pain fade..., but torture still stabbed up into my groin while sweat broke out across my forehead.My nuts felt so tender.“What happened?” Kora asked, staring down at Ava.I shook my head, staring down at her. “She was babbling about ... about having to be bred by her father.” A dark, bubbling anger swelled through me, fed by the pain pulsing through my nuts.. There's one place you haven't done yet." With that she turned over and grabbed my hand. Then she squeezed a generous quantity of sunscreen into it, and pushed it forceably between her legs. "Are you sure the sun shines there?" I asked, as I felt two of my fingers slide deep inside her warm pussy. "I want you to MAKE the sun shine there," she growled. I had no complaints. My prick was rock hard again now as I alternatively fiddle with Vanessa's clitoris and slid my middle finger deep within her. Harold had made his money in real estate development way back in the heady eighties. They’d been my neighbors when I bought the house, some two years ago. In those two years, we’d conversed occasionally when bumping into each other at the end of our drives.The seclusion and privacy of Beverly Hills was designed to discourage familiarity but I couldn’t help notice how Betty and Harold seemed to have classic cocktail parties three or four times a week, the big band music and babble of voices. I took that as a good sign, and released his cock from my mouth long enough to spit on my finger for lubrication. I ran my finger into his ass up to the second knuckle. At the same time, I concentrated hard on relaxing my throat and was able to take him into my mouth until his curly red pubes tickled my nose. Roger was getting close. Apparently Mike’s experience as a cocksucker was considerably greater than he let on. Either that or he was a talented amateur. Either way, Roger told me later.