I watched with envy, once again wishing for nothing other than failure and humiliation from my new ‘gym buddy’ and once again observing no such th...ng. This guy was as strong as an ox. I was pretending to ignore him, carrying on with my set when I hear, “Can you spot me, mate?”I was shocked. I looked over and my arch-nemesis was smiling and loading weight onto the squat rack. I must have looked confused because he reiterated, “I’m going to do some heavy stuff tonight. Can you spot me?”“Yeah,” I. Like I said before I have the same thong back home, so I knew how it feltto be wearing it, only this time it felt a little bit different. I couldn'tfeel it against my little guy. I didn't have much time to think about it asI was told to step once again, and something else was raised up my legs andfastened in place around my waist, my guess was a skirt. Alison then said, "Weare going to take your handcuffs off now, but if you put up any kind of troublethen…(ouch…my nipples)". I quickly nod in. And then he starts the engine and lets the ATV idle. The vibrations of the engine transmit directly through the seat into my pussy. My knees clutch at the sides of the fuel tank and I try to lift my overheated sex off the seat."Your legs are in the way. Spread your knees further apart," his harsh voice demands. The tears are pouring down my cheeks, but I can't do anything but comply. I do as he tells me and he grabs my ankles, pulls my legs back and hooks my feet inside his knees. OH, GOD! Now. In the warm air that emanated from his home, contrasting with the cold sun, she could smell the sweet smell of marijuana. Maybe he suspected she had something to do with a dealer or a debt collector. Her hostility probably wasn’t helping this impression, but it was part of her plan. It was the way she’d always intended to play it. Again though, his eyes were on her “I guess,” pulling open the door, stepping aside, confused.The door opened, and she’d maintained the same hostile posture, passing.