It was running very rough, but at least it was running, though Ben didn't look very happy about it.Without any further conversation, he rode off in a ...cloud of smelly black exhaust, and Lara quickly followed, though she made sure to stay at his side where the air was cleaner.Even though Ben had gotten his bike road worthy, it wasn't up to sprinting. Hell, it was barely up to running period. If their situation wasn't so shitty, he would have limped his bike along at maybe thirty of forty, but in. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it wasn't overwhelming ... yet."This is what NAUGHY" CRACK "little boys GET" CRACK "when they MISBEHAVE!" CRACK CRACKAfter only the fifth stroke the pain had already increased significantly. He quivered on the bed groaning fiercely into the rubber gag, his hands aching as he strained against the metal cuffs, his knees and legs bending upward reflexively, attempting to shield his bruised ass."Put those fucking legs down, NOW, or I will tie them down."He lowered. This was making Caleb blush. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time this was exhilarating. He closed one eye, like he was in pain, and groaned some more. She was looking at him with a Cheshire grin. She knew this was embarrassing for him, and she was relishing it. But she wasn’t done. ‘Brad got upset and yelled at me. Isn’t he just the meanest?’ ‘Yeah, the meanest,’ Caleb parroted. ‘Brad’s really mad now. He had a choice to stay home this weekend by himself and we could have. Husbands and wives, bachelors, and even nuns, all experienced those two in common or intended to do so. Several college girls just back from university and recent high school graduates just slightly above the age of consent were now taking pride in being gang-banged as much as they could. Their boyfriends were too busy with the soccer moms next door, or with each other, or sharing other college girls and recent graduates, to care about their girlfriends’ infidelities.“Beautiful, isn’t it?”.