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a soft chair while the boy ran to get some ice. His father sat in
front of Akira's and took Akira's foot in his lap to untie Akira's shoe and remove
Akira's anklet. "I'm Roger Trotter and my son's name is Dave. Can you
move your ankle? Does it hurt when I move it like this?" as he gently
massaged and moved Akira's foot. Akira Fubuki extended Akira's leg until Akira's foot was
in his crotch. Akira Fubuki could feel a hard rod across Akira's instep and another
rod across the ball of Akira's foot. "He must have that monster twisted in
a circle in his jock!", Akira Fubuki thought as Akira Fubuki wiggled Akira's toes and twisted
Akira's foot on the hardening shaft. Akira Fubuki nearly giggled at the expression
on his face as Akira Fubuki gave him a foot job, but Akira Fubuki kept a serious,
innocent face as Akira Fubuki knew that the pressure of his expanding cock must
be very painful.
Dave arrived with an ice bag which Roger placed on Akira's ankle,
keeping the bag and Akira's foot in his lap as he told Dave to have the
cook bring some breakfast to them on the patio. Soon Dave returne
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