The tea was made,but still too hot to drink. Whilst I waited, I opened the wardrobe andlooked for something to wear. As I did there was a knock at t...e doorand Alex came in. "Morning," she said and smiled a special smile. "Ifound this for you," she said, holding up a baby pink butt-plug, "itsthe same sort of size as the dick that had you last night. If you wearit today, by tonight you should be ready for his bigger brother!" I don't think that that's a good idea," I said, "I've never worn. He drove the same route to the office, parking in nearly the same spot. Thoughts of Bob Seger's song, "I Feel like a Number," echoed through his brain as he sat down at his desk and turned on the computer.The routine ness of the day was forever banished when he opened his briefcase and found a large pink envelope inside. It was a card from Stephanie. And inside he found a handwritten note."I will be awaiting my masseur at the Baden Spa. Ask Melanie at the desk for the Scandinavian room. They. “Is this a private party, or can I join you boys?” We turned together to see the same striking brunette from the beach earlier. “Hi, I’m Rachel,” she said with a slight southern accent. “I couldn’t help overhearing and well, it sounds like you two are having more fun than I’ve had this whole trip. I’d love to join you if y’all don’t mind a gal pal. I promise to make it worth your while,” she said with a stunning smile. We looked at each other with a mutual expression of “Why not?” Something. 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.