”“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.“As you wish.”“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.“Plea...e kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla. Kick my balls as hard as you want to.”“Very nice, Chris,” Layla. “I’ll see you at pool bar around seven. Be ready to go to dinner. I’ll shower and dress for dinner before coming to the bar. Have fun at the falls.” At three-fifty-five Em walked into the spa reception. Her masseur was waiting for her. He was tall and well built, around thirty she thought, and dressed in an open neck shirt and slacks. He welcomed her with a firm, dry handshake, smiled and said, “Hello. My name is Ramón.” Em smiled back. “Em. It’s nice to meet you.” They did the check-in. "JL writes that a member of his club had a camera with a long lens and took it. He gave the picture to JL who later got the negative." Cliff glanced at the calendar itself and continued. "You can see the calendar itself is different. The dates begin with August of this year and run through December next."JL got the idea because he heard how effective your speech to the workers was here in Milwaukee. He felt it was even more important to his people because they're scattered all over the South. ”“Had you seen my daughters at these parties?” Raymond had to ask.Edward looked thoughtful, “Yeah, they were at one that happened a few weeks before the bust. I think they had not long joined that group. It surprised me to see them at the party, as I didn’t think they were into that sort of thing. I did remind Collin that the Shields were watching my apartment thanks to him.”“I don’t know if they participated willingly or not. Other than seeing them kissing Sven and Dylan they were clothed when.