And give them a nice squeeze. i jump up and am shocked at what he just did. i ask him why he did that he responds with he is sorry and he didn't mea... to he was reaching for something and did it by mistake. i am not buying it but i just say ok. just as we are done talking about what happened he reaches out and again grabs my balls. now this time i chase after him once i catch him he tries fending me off, but i am determined to squeeze his balls. in my head i cant believe i am thinking. Unfortunately, neither is he. If this is God's own country, why did He let the rich bastards invent the pre-nuptials?I am John Cerutti. From the old country, yes.I know, I know. Machismo, Mafioso and Mussolini. As far as the Duce goes: half my family got robbed blind by him. Some died. As for the Mob, yes, we eat the same spaghetti as Tony Soprano.Leaves the Macho part. I plead guilty. I love men to be men and women to wear skirts. I love a woman to depend on me. And I hate to see her in. I tried to keep from shifting in my seat. She looked up me with those lovely green eyes and those ever so red lips.“Can I daddy?” she asked. I nodded my ascent and she lowered head into my lap. I felt her tongue on my cock and her lip piercings run down the shaft. I groaned. The taxi driver looked back to see a redhead bobbing up and down.Selene softly sighed and she used her hand and mouth on my cock.Pulling into the parking lot of the strip club arrived sooner than my orgasm. I gently lifted. I worked with Neil and as a result had got to know Nikki quite well too, we often socialised together as couples with me and alison regularly meeting up with them on a saturday night. Unfortunately unbeknown to most people Neil was a heavy drinker when alone at home, and more often than not he became moody and violent with Nikki when in this state. One night she called me to say that he was in a particularly drunken state and that she needed a hand to get him to the bedroom because he was.