Little could be doneto improve upon it. That was because the "magic" of a bicycle wasdependent on the special, irreducible intimacy between man and ma...hinethat was virtually unique to cycling. They were two halves of a whole.The cyclist was a modern version of a mythological hybrid, a kind ofcentaur on tires.These were the kinds of things that Walt could explain if he had half amind to do so. He preferred to spend his time riding.This morning he was taking the tandem out for an early morning. The expression on my face must have told her that it was too big, as she just smiled. Pam looks at me and says “you like anal, have you used a plug?” I almost blush as I tell her that I have a couple at home.Pam says “good, now lay down on the bed.” I lay face down and Pam puts a little lube on the plug, slaps my ass, then spreads my cheeks and rubs it across my rose. I try to relax, but I feel that tingle and the anticipation as I press my bum up, waiting.. I feel the tip probing then. But, as usual, his breathing didn’t change. I got as far as my second knuckle until he began to stir. He clumsily turned onto his back, but I was too terrified to move. When he settled back down after a few seconds, he was laying on my wrist and hand, with my finger still up his ass. Carefully I slid my finger out and my hand from beneath him. By now the blanket had also pretty well fallen off of him, and I could see a general outline of his crotch. The waistband of his pajama pants was very. He had an idea, that kept growing despite his unwillingness to believe, after about the fourth hour of his nightmarish confinement within his formerly contentment inducing sleeping bag. The zipper was out of reach, bunched up in the cinched fabric from which he was dangled like a sack of apples. He was dizzyed by the swaying, and the lack of fresh air, the musky odor, and brused by the repeated pumling and jostling, cramped by his position, terrified by the growing acceptance of just what it.