Just let me sit here and relax and we will do something tomorrow." So you pick the TV over me. Okay, if that's the way you want to be."She left the ro...om and came back a minute or so later with a cast iron frying pan and swung it into the middle of the TV screen. Shit flew everywhere as the tube exploded and Betsy turned to face me with a defiant look on her face and a "What the fuck are you going to do about it" stance. I did the only thing I could do. I took a pull on my beer and then. Her lips are pressing against my skin just behind the head. Her tongue is gliding up and down. The expression within her eyes shows both passion and purpose.Using her free hand, she begins to caress my balls, massaging them softly.I have never experienced anything like this. Using soft pressure while sucking, and tongue action while releasing is a sensation like nothing I have felt before.A twitching sensation begins to build within my balls, as my hips rise and fall in rhythm. My cock. ’ Julie unstrapped the dildo and picked up a paddle like the one used earlier. She walked over and stood between Paul’s legs, looking down at his upturned arse. ‘This disgusting display has got to stop Dog. We don’t want to see your little stiffy all of the time. If it keeps ‘popping up’ when not wanted you will end up with a permanent redness.’ Thwack! she flicked the paddle and it landed squarly on his sack. ‘Aaargh’ squealed Paul. ‘Good. Now that you have had your say, I don’t want to hear. I didn't know if it was from being drunk or nervous. The door to Jim's room was slightly ajar and I stood in front of it trying to gather my courage. I looked back toward Mike and he motioned me forward. I slowly pushed the door open as quietly as I could. I stood there for a moment to see if he had woken up. I knew it was ridiculous but I was hoping he would stay asleep throughout the whole thing. I took a step forward and stood there again unsure of what to do. I felt my hands begin to shake.