No? I just respectfully???Well, pick them up and stuff them in your mouth. You don’t get to talk back to me.??(Sob, sob)???That’s better. I’m go...ng to stomp your balls four times, just for that. Here we go. The first water balloon on your dick. This is your punishment for spitting out my sock.?(Pop! Splash!)?Awwwwwww!??And now one more.?(Pop! Splash!)?Bpbp???How sore are your balls now, huh???Mmmph???Here, take one more.?(Pop! Splash!)?Oooww???And one more.?(Pop! Splash!)?Booohoo?.??Let me. Tom lay back in his bed. In all fairness, it was just a futon mattress that sat on the floor of his bedroom. Tom never quite got around to buying a complete bed: you know, frame, spring mattress? blankets. Tom had better things to spend his money on. The futon mattress had served him adequately for the past six months since he moved into thisapartment, and it had served him more than adequately for the past three days.'I'm definitely fired', Tom thought aloud.Tom hadn't been to work since. He shifted the tanks on his back, and they settled more comfortably. He had the re-breather, of course, but there was too much risk that it would be torn away in the current to rely on that small, simple device.He moved south around the end of the peninsula, and then headed northwest-by-north, towards the private berth near the Bristol Yacht Club.The Sure Shot, Bristol, Rhode Island0930, October 27, 2012The Sure Shot was a ninety-two foot motor yacht that nominally belonged to Thomas Worth, son. Todd told me to kneel down in front of him, so I did. His cock was now just inches from my face, and I really wasn’t sure about all this. I was afraid it was going to taste really gross and I would throw up all over him. But, when he told me to take it and put it in my mouth, I went ahead and did so. At first I really wasn’t sure about the taste, but as I was sucking on it, it began to be alright. Todd told me to start moving my mouth up and down on his cock, so I did. He was telling me how to.