“Look closely at the frame where it meets the head tube. See the little sticker there? What does it say?”“‘Don’t let the hill win.’ Hmm, I...think I like it!” said Meredith with a grin.“Good because I’ve got a sticker for each of you. And it needs to go right there, so you’ll see it every time you go to start a climb.” I handed them out and everyone put theirs on their frame in the same place I had mine.“Now to climb well you need to be properly motivated, right? Okay, here’s the deal for. I was torn. Although I had never thought of myself as ever getting satisfaction from sexually controlling a woman, I was feeding my cock to the hungry mouth of a bound woman and I was loving the feeling. The very fact that my mind believed this was wrong, made it feel that much greater. The feeling of being so far from my normal life and able to experiment was liberatingI watched as Michael pumped into Lisa from behind. I kept pace with his smooth rhythm, as I worked my cock in and out of. Sweat beaded her brow and her heart raced. [i]No, he can't. People can't[/i] do [i]things like that.[/i]"Yes, Tracey, I can."The two sat in silence. Tracey grasped the sides of her chair. She desperately wanted to shove it out from under her and flee the shop."Tracey, choose someone." The man gestured out into the busy street."Ch ... choose?" Choose someone."A young girl, probably some intern at one of the law firms, was waiting at the light to cross. Tracey lifted a shaky finger and pointed at. Did I hurt you? You have to believe that I didn't mean to." Relax Mr. B, this was not your fault. I'm to blame for this. Remember I told you that we need to experiment some? It seems that you are hypersensitive to the testosterone spike. We'll lower the dosage next time." Please tell me that I didn't hurt you." Well, I've never been fucked harder, but I really enjoyed that. I'll be walking bowlegged tomorrow, but I'll remember why fondly. Is this the first time you've ever passed out?" No, but.