“Come on quick, before the others get home,” mom said. Aunty sat on the bed and picked up the ice cube, and started rubbing it on my vagina.“I�...m really sorry, Sarah. I went too far. I shouldn’t have treated you like that!” She said.“It’s okay, aunty. It’s all in the past now,” I said as I enjoyed the cold ice and the water droplets dripping from my clit until my ass. She rubbed ice for a few minutes as mon looked over. I noticed she started enjoying it now.She said, “You know, your mom isn’t. My mother shook her head. As she shook her head, I saw piss go into her right eye, they eye closest to me."God what a fucking whore" his pissing came to a stop"Oh please give me more. Please, spray me with more of your golden liquid!" Calm down you filthy slut," as he said this he slapping my mothers face with his big, meaty, cock. "You'll get more of this cock next time." I assumed he had already ejaculated as he started picking up his clothes. I started going downstairs, wanting to get away. Then she began kicking my cock and balls again. This time it wasn’t a dance. It was an assault. She didn’t bother to alternate feet. She just kept kicking my balls with her right foot--her best foot.Soon, my balls were a livid red and my cock was bruised with the countless times Layla’s shoe had slammed into it. I hung there exhausted.“Just ten more kicks, Chris,” Layla said. Then I’ll be done with you. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.“As. I thought I sure will, but was still nervous about going with a male again after all these years. We went to the bar and ordered a couple of cold beers, and sat quietly talking. Dave said that he had always remembered that afternoon in New York, and always wondered why I hadn't returned for more. I told him that I had felt a little bit uneasy with what had happened, I had enjoyed the experience but didn't want anymore man on man sex. We finished our drinks and Dave asked if I wanted to go up to.