"So. Fill me in on how you two met." Richard sat down and indicated to a chair next to his.I sat down. "Well, si... Richard, Lizzie and I... " Whoa th...re! Back up one second." He shook his head. "Who's 'Lizzie'?! Her name is Elizabeth, or Beth." I'm sorry, Richard, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist on my way on this issue. Your daughter will always be Lizzie to me."He squinted his eyes at me. I was scared shitless under his eyes, but he pushed it aside with a laugh that echoed. Over and over you had one orgasm after another. Then you switched again. Every time I got close, yes, you blinked and I had to start over. It was torture. The most fucking amazing torture I could have ever imagined. I thought I was going to die from the unbelievable excitement I was feeling. It seemed that this went on for hours. My heart was beating so fast I wasn’t sure it could continue. Finally I was able to gasp out, “PLEASE, let me finish.” You both laughed but granted my wish. . There was nothing said that night and I went to sleep as usual. I woke in the middle of the night to go pee. The seat was down, in my half asleep state I wasn’t ready for the wetness on the seat. I finished my business then got up to investigate. It was clear my brother had jacked himself off on the toilet seat in his revenge. It was my brothers cum that were clinging to my ass checks and legs.I don’t know what about that experience got me so hot but it did. After getting into my room and. We don’t want to wear Chris out too much. You remember my philosophy, Chris. I’ll kick you hard enough to give you lots of pain, but with very little lasting damage.”Layla enjoyed watching me nervously waiting for her first kick. She was like a cat playing with a mouse. She faked with her right foot, and then launched a careful, almost gentle kick at my balls with her left foot. Her black high-heel landed with a soft slap on my ball sack and sent a spasm of sharp, hot pain up into my spine.She.