"Did I hurt you somehow, baby? I'm sorry, if I did.I didn't mean to." No, you didn't... it's just... Rose, I like you... I mean... youknow what I mean..... and you don't even see me as a guy. To you, I'mjust a little girl. A little sister." Oh, honey, that's just not so." She continued patting him, consolinghim as if he were a child. "I know you're a boy. I think you're avery wonderful guy to do all of this for your art. Honestly, I do."He managed to slow things down and catch his breath. He. Two,thank you sir. Three thank you sir." And so on for however many strikeshe'd been awarded. Although the hits were much more severe than hismother ever managed to inflict on his tender behind, he found theystill had the same effect on him. He also discovered that the shame andhumiliation of being publicly spanked increased the enjoyable sensationhe felt; so much so that he would get hard. When the others noticed hiserection he'd be jeered and scorned which further added to hismortification. He moaned so hard that the biker pulled off his leather gloves and pushed it into his mouth. With his belt he had improvised a harness around the boy's neck. He pulled hard on it, as he slammed his cock roughly into the boys ass. Horny, I thought, to use a harness like that to fuck a boy. And I realized that I already was wearing a harness myself. That way I could imagine what it would be like to be taken from behind while being held by the harness.As the last of the 8 bikers, the big black man. They were hoping that you would settle me down and that I would teach you about love. They wouldn't have minded if we got married either. Mom had looked it up and sex between cousins is not considered incest. The poor dears had good intentions; they just should have been more open with me. I screwed so many men because I thought that I couldn't have the one man I wanted, you. If I had known what their plans were I would have gone along with them whole heartedly, and I would have known enough to.