" He recoiled in shame at his real name being used. "I kept yours on me, and you should have done the same." Sorry! I didn't think it would be a big d...eal!"Another seven-minute wait. Then: "Too late. Get a goddamn marker." A marker?!"Haha good one." Not a fucking joke." Sam had never seemed so frustrated at him, and he had no idea why he was feeling a sense of arousal from it. But regardless, he wanted to be good, so he obeyed. It took a few moments of looking through the junk drawer in his. He singled out the males for extra punishing electrical rides. He even had them sodomize themselves by having them ride the dreaded bikes on a dildo seat. He thought it was ingenious. If they refused to pedal at all they were hit by a series of jolts through their balls and cocks and dildo-filled asses. They could only take that agony for so long and soon they were frantically pedalling as fast as they could in order to avoid the jolts. If they pedalled fast enough they got some relief but it. .. Do I follow him home, as promised, or chicken out?Taking a deep breath, I made my decision and pulled out to follow him.As we drove to his house, the struggle between guilt and excitement continued. This wasn't the first time I'd thought about it after finding out about his affair, but I had always talked myself out of it before it got this far. As I debated on it, my thoughts kept going back to the advice a dear friend had given me on the subject when I reached the end of my rope a couple. Next day when I was getting ready to leave Priya called me up and asked that if I don’t mind than can she wear a party dress she bought but was not able to wear till now to which I replied that she can wear whatever she wants and just feel good (who can deny a girl what she wishes to wear). I had a bike and I went to pick her up, she was already waiting for me outside her hostel, I saw her wearing a regular pair of jeans and a nice shiny long top. She was looking good but I wondered that why.