It does it all. I was in love with my ‘Mean Machine.’I showed my wife and two daughters how it worked, that was my mistake! After that the grass s...topped growing and I never got a chance to ride it. However I still had to maintain it. It used a lot of gas and I had to add a little oil every now and then too. I quickly put an engine hour meter on it so that I could tell how long it had been run.Every day when I came home from work there was at least an hour or more of time added to the hour. Now he was brazen, his dick standing tall, proudly anticipating the final plunge into his captive's waiting pussy. He licked his lips and sharply yanked a chain that had been lying on the floor. She could feel her ankles being pulled apart, and she spun around and fell forward onto the bed. Now she could only wait, her legs spread by the shackles on her ankles, toes barely touching the ground as she lay forward on the bed. He took a knife and deftly sliced her dress off of her at the waist,. Falling to my knees before him, loving him and satisfying his urges. Him taking me in his arms, pulling me down on top of him as we kissed. Maybe he was verbal, maybe he wanted to call me “Faggot” and “Cocksucker” as I pleasured him. But also, maybe he was romantic, maybe he would have candles lit and soft music playing, maybe he wanted to “make love?”So nervous, but I could not turn back now. I had wanted too long, I have wanted this too much. I knocked on his door and he opened it.He looked. I felt myself blushing and quickly looked away. But I soon looked back again, not wanting to miss anything.The spanking seemed relentless. Jason’s bottom and the backs of his thighs had turned a bright red, and I could see tears on my husband’s face. He was crying! And then, all of a sudden, he wasn’t just crying, he was sobbing. Sobbing like a child whilst laying naked over the lap of his new boss, being given a thorough and humiliating spanking.After what seemed like forever, Peter finally.