He in turn completed the action that he had just started when the spell froze him and turned him into a statue. His right foot came forward and he sai..., "I'll give... !!" before he stopped, shocked on seeing the eight of us standing there. He quickly looked at the floor where he had just been kicking his wife."What? How?" he demanded in shock."It's late on Saturday morning, Stan. You've been frozen into a wooden statue for the last twelve hours or so," Dad informed him."What are you people. As his fingers slid onto my toes I giggled and said, “Baby I’m very ticklish there.” Philly again shushed me and whispered, “Almost done with this side, Connie.” This side? I wasn’t sure I could endure this incredible massage on another side. But Philly kissed the sole of my foot and said, “Turn over Connie.” As I turned he slid off the bed and walked over to slide the ottoman to the side of the bed. He stood between the bed and the ottoman and said, “Give me your head Connie.” I turned toward. . "For the love of God, Montresor!" I shouted, as her footsteps receded down the hallway. I knew she was well-read enough to know the famous Poe story of revenge I was quoting, and sure enough, her first words back to me since she'd shouted from the kitchen were Montresor's reply from The Casque of Amontillado verbatim: "Yes! For the Love of God!" At least I was bound to a nice, soft bed instead of the nitre-encrusted catacombs beneath the wine-cellars of Montresor's ancient Italian palazzo. I. His feet came off the floor and his toes curled as he moaned "Oh God". I was pleased with myself. I did it. I could feel his cock in the middle of my chest. My practice payed off. I went up and down on him for a bit, eyes watering, nose running, no choking or gagging to speak of, I was a cock sucker. I was good at it. He was so wet at slippery I took a break and started stroking that cock with my hand. I squeezed it tight and jerked him off. He was so worked up I finished him off just like.