And then it happened - a particularly vicious stroke landed square across his balls. He squealed like a pig, and Miss Priscilla gave a little grin. "I...m sorry" she said, but I think that from an expert like Miss Priscilla the cut was well intended.From this point on the boy was struggling, gasping and pulling at his bonds. Miss Priscilla proceeded with her work, but no further strokes to the balls. Finally the boy slumped down and had to take the final stroke. A masterful cut, delivered high. "I was floundering, asking myself the same questions that Rebecca was asking. She sat up, and I looked at her while she looked at me. She seemed to be appraising me."Aser thinks a lot of you, Jack. He say's you're one of the best things to happen to Interstate since he found Phil." He does? Wow ... I mean ... I know we get along well, but ... I had no idea."I felt kind of guilty not telling him about my personal life. This party told me that it's an important part of her husband's beliefs."I. The two of you went on to the dance floor to a slow sensuous song. You put your arms around his neck and molded your body to him. You both swayed to the music and rubbed your bodies together. You danced another slow song with him and this time you put your leg between his and shamelessly rubbed your leg against his prick. When the two of you came back to me your nipples were engorged and he could hardly hide his erection. I pulled you to me and I could feel your excitement. I whispered to you. Your family needs you, not just your income! I need you too! Not just a money tree." You want more than I have left to give," he protested, "all these years of work have left me zero energy to deal with your emotional crises." He stopped and picked up his coat."If you walk out that door tonight," I threatened, "don't bother coming back. This won't be your home anymore."He threw the coat down and held out both hands, palms up. "What do you want from me? I love you, but I just can't seem to.