" The governor moved around to have a look at the boy's face, which was still contorted in agony."Your punishment is over, you will remain fastened fo... thirty minutes after that you will be checked over. If you are pronounced fit you will be free to get dressed and leave. I hope this has taught you a valuable lesson young man." John could hardly believe it was over. He had never thought, even in his wildest dreams that it would be possible to receive so much pain. He sobbed, tears rolling down. This was how it started. Offers to help out that never came to fruition. Eventually, Mike would be forced to do the work, but someone would catch on. They always caught on.“You need to help me out!” She shrieked. “I can’t do this without you, Mikey!”“Don’t call me Mikey!” It was what his father had called him. Now, his mother only used it when she needed something from him.“It’s a girl, isn’t it? Some little whore wants you to go with her to the dance.”“No, it’s not like that,” Mike said, his. Your voice sounds almost desperate. ‘Not here. Someone will see.’ But I don’t let go and instead, pinch both nipples lightly. After all, there’s no one around to see anyway. ‘James No! Not here!’ you hiss and look around again. Your hands come up and try to pull mine away. I grumble growl in that way that let’s you know I’m not going to be denied. You wrench yourself away suddenly, take a few steps and turn around. Your face is angry. Nothing like the look of surprise on my face. But right. As we stood there chatting she caught me scanning her body, she was gorgeous looking woman, sexy one of the best in my known circle, shiny, dark brown hair, deep inviting eyes, sweetest full and firm ass with round shapely buns, her greatest assets were her breasts, big, firm and protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard,. They hung heavily, but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point. She really had the type of breasts that most men just can’t keep their.