I handed her the cigarette and she began a similarroutine as I had. Though she does not actively smokecigarettes, if the occasion calls for it she wil...l fromtime to time politely ask for one to embrace a higherlevel of a naturally pleasing moment. You could see the reflection of the cigarette’s flame onher lips as she limply held the fag with both lips. Whenshe was done she discretely slid the tip of her tonguearound the curvature of the back of the cigarette in hermouth and then flicked. .. Carefully I opened a few slats on the blinds fully, as I allowed the towel to drop to the floor. Fully naked, I stood there wanting him to see me touch myself, as I was so aroused imaging about being alone with him in my bed. The sight of his well cut black body; right outside my bedroom window was driving me wild with lust and passion.My nipples were aching to be touched, as my hungry pussy quivered atthe sight of his hands gliding over his erection. I nastily thought about his big black. She took a moment to consider his words. Maybe he was telling the truth. Why wouldn’t he? Finally, she quietly said, ‘King, you’ve got to believe that I didn’t think I had that option. I should have asked you. But when she told me that she was marrying you, and she knew we had slept together, I’m afraid that I gave her more credit than you seem to think she deserved. I thought you were going to tell me that the two of you were engaged. I thought that was the important thing that you wanted to. 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 you wish.”“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.“Please kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your.