There was something restraining me. I tried to figure out what position I was in, and realised that I couldn't see. It felt like I was strapped to a b...d or something. I tried with all my might to move, but it only made the bindings tighter. And then out of nowhere I felt something slip into my ass. It suprised me and actually kind of hurt.By this point I had figured out entirely what was going on, and I started to apologise to Liam. Or at least I tried to. I couldn't speak as there was some. I said. It was getting there but I put my pants back on. Watch! rub me again. Craig said. So there we where, both naked and I told him to spred his feet apart a little wider. I told him that Id rub the spot that makes me pop up real fast. He didnt obkect as I got lotion all over my left hand and rubbed my nuckles back and forth over the skin behind his balls while my thumb rubbed in a circular motion right over his pucker hole. All on his own, Craig spread his feet further apart and looked down. ’ He set the dish down for her first and then me. Then he set the bottle of Bourdeaux and two wine glasses at the end of the bread basket before going back to the kitchen. ‘This looks lovely, Leo. It is a work of art. The Chive bow wrapped around the purse and Parsley confetti sprinkled all over the dish looks vibrant. ‘ ‘Enjoy the edible art. Go ahead, tell me what you think.’ ‘Mmm… Oooohh… This is delightful. I love the light, crispy texture on the outside and the smoothness of the cheese and. I think mom knew the effect this was having on me,and she milked it for all it was worth. Needless to say, when the castcame off I almost begged her to let me keep doing her nails, and with abroad, "knowing" smile she agreed to let me continue...on one condition.She wanted me to let her give me a pedicure. You know the routinealready..."I'm a guy...blah, blah, blah," only to find myself allowingher to make my feet pretty as well.The final blow to Mr. Macho came when mom was hosting her ladies.