Layla was very beautiful, but I was very scared.She aimed another perfect shot with her black high-heels, and blasted my tightened ball sack with the ...front of her foot. There was a sudden “splat” when her foot hit my balls. Then my groan.Then she kicked me again with her other foot, and used the pointed toe of her black high-heels to dig into the shaft of my cock.I groaned with each kick.Andrée paced around me, taking pictures as Layla’s kicks landed directly on my balls. Sometimes I was able. Or maybe he just didn’t have any talent.He’d been hitting the pavement for four weeks. Figuratively. No one literally went door-to-door to hunt for a job these days. He sat in front of his computer for hours each day searching job sites and taking online courses on getting an interview, effective interviewing, and goal setting. His bottle of Laphroaig was almost empty. Second bottle. Who cares? It was the weekend and he could have a drink in the afternoon if he wanted. It just didn’t seem to do. Carrie smiled and nodded her head. “That’s all you have to do.” Derrick sighed, resigned to fulfill this ludicrous request.“Okay, I’ll do it. But, I don’t want to hear it if it looks bad. No whining that you look like you have alopecia of the vagina or some shit, okay?” Carrie gave him two thumbs up and grabbed her legs. “Here goes,” he said, dipping the applicator into the wax. She watched in amusement. The way he was eyeing her looked more like he was inspecting a foreign species than his. I laughed and pulled her on top of me. We made slow sweet love until I came in her again. We pulled the cum-stained sheets off her bed and tossed them into the wash, trying to leave no evidence of what we did. We both got changed and I grabbed my stuff and we got into my car and left. Ten minutes later after following her extremely vague directions such as “you go up to the thing and you do a thing at the thing” we arrived at where she worked. We kissed and groped each other for a few.