You call me over to a shady wooded bower, now, to show me some root or herb for your naturopathic medicines. Yet I place my hands on your shoulders, a... I turn you around to face me, and stare deeply into your eyes while I slowly draw you towards me. First, I gently kiss your forehead and then your moist lips. Next, I stroke your back, moving my hands down to cup your delightful ass, as we lock into a tight embrace.Slowly, I then thrust my tongue between your lips, as you give a soft sigh of. I had not really thought about making her fuck a second guy, but I thought what the hell! I got the girl onto her hands and knees so her arse was poking into the gap between the front seats. I began slapping her arse so that the driver automatically looked around. He was gob smacked with what he saw! I made a gesture that he was welcome to touch. He was shy though and just gently slapped her naked bum.The driver clearly didn’t know what to make of this situation. I took out another condom. After agreeing to spend the weekend with Ray, Cindy had called her parents and Jimmy to tell them she had to work Friday and Saturday evenings, and would only be able to get home for a few hours on Sunday afternoon. The news hadn't pleased Jimmy, who quickly reminded her of a fact she was very much aware of, that he had to work days that weekend and wouldn't be able to see her now for two weeks. But here it was, Sunday afternoon and he was calling her - from his place.As she hurriedly re-packed. 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.