Now she's startled, confused and pissed that I harbored secrets.I'll just lay low, let the pressure vent slowly. Don't upset anything,he told himself.... Give her time and the anger will subside. It's astrategy he's used before -- a strategy that he seems to be using moreand more often these days. But it will work. She's going through thestages of anger. If he just rides it out, she'll process her fury, herconfusion and her frustration, and slowly come to acceptance. Whatevershe says or. SLAP! 7. SLAP! 8. SLAP! 9. SLAP! 10. The thick leather belt smacks against the bare skin of her exposed ass, the cheeks growing from pink to red as the strokes continue. SLAP! 11. SLAP! 12. SLAP! 13. SLAP! 14. SLAP! 15. SLAP! 16. SLAP! 17. SLAP! 18. SLAP! 19. SLAP! 20. His breathing becomes heavier and louder as his desire for her obviously builds. She moans louder and louder, finally screaming each time he hits her before gasping out the number, as her body starts to shiver. He grabs her hair. August 14 , 2010. A Saturday morning. The sun rose and I arose too. No need to shower before I rode, since I’d work up a good sweat in a couple of miles anyway. Brushed my teeth and put on my gear. A red cycling jersey that made my upper body look defined, even though the truth is that I had a bit of a belly still, though much less than when I started a few months before. Cycling shoes to clip on to the pedals. A helmet. My shades. Cycling gloves. A water bottle.Oh, and the shorts. Those. His strong hands were scratching Bill’s smooth thighs but Bill was kind of desiring those hands to spread all over his body. It seemed as if Jay had his own plan as well and his hands moved up closer to Bills balls and continued to rub on gladly for Bill. Soon his thumbs slid under his Lycra shirt making Bill squeal and moan to indicate that he was aware and enjoying it too. Then with a sudden move, Jay pulled off Bill’s Lycra shorts making him naked and announced to finish the massage. Bill.