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He seemed to take an age to get to his feet; his hands still soothing me as small aftershocks ran through my body, smoothing the hair away from my sweaty face before sitting down beside me. "I suppose this might not be the best time to tell you that I ... um..." "What Tom??" I had no gay teens pic idea what he was trying to say and no energy to gay teens pic think about it. "Well, I was hoping that maybe you would help me paint my bedroom tomorrow?" I groaned loudly before burying my head in my hands, despairing before remembering his earlier promise. Turning to look at him, his face gay teens pic all streaky with smeared sex juices and paint, I couldn help but grin. "Sure Tom... what are friends for, after all you did promise to be my slave for a whole day!" "Uh oh." His gulp was audible. "Tomorrow honey YOUR ass is mine." I buried my head in my hands once more. Payback was a bitch sometimes. -- "Hell, Kezzy, if I thought for one moment you were being serious about my ass... theres just no way Im going to let you go there, Im an exit only kind of guy." I could hear the mild panic in his tones as he spoke but fair was only fair, after the workout he had given my body, there was no way he was going to get away without any sort of payback. "Tom, you can rest easy, the way Im feeling right now, getting off this sofa gay teens pic is going to take more energy than I am willing to spare at the moment, you e safe." I finished. "Thank God for that!" The relief was clear in his voice as he spoke. "For the moment Tom, only for the moment." I whispered softly.

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