You’re fucking killing me, Ling. My cock is going to explode!” I scolded her and exited the vehicle. “No! Wait! Please! Uncuff at least one han... so I can jerk off! You fucking prick!” She seethed at me. “I’m telling my daddy!” Her voice trailed off as I slammed the door shut. I smiled to myself and enjoyed my cigarette. When I got back in the car, Ling was moaning like a cat in heat. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumbled under my breath. “Ohhhuu! Finger me, Dante!” she painfully begged me. "Monica, we have an hour and a half until your race. Time to start getting ready." Bill said."Yeah, let's go check the bike, and then I'll get suited up, or strapped up, or whatever we should call it." Monica said.Jennifer watched as Monica went over the bike, the weights had been removed. New weights were waiting for her. "Only eight pounds this time Monica. That should be better right?" Yeah, we'll put them in the same place." Monica said. She strapped the dead weight on the main support bar;. “God... yessss... more... harder.”There was a sound of command in her voice that I did not dare disobey.But... I needed to get that other nipple in my mouth, and it was still out of reach.“Just a moment please, I just need to adjust you a bit.”“Yes, please hurry!”Moving as quickly as I could with as much care as I could muster, I put both legs on the couch as I rolled her completely onto her side. As soon as she was on her side I brought my mouth down and around her left nipple. My other hand. Then he somehow agreed and they got separated…. This is the reason of her blushing. She told me that she felt sorry for the boy as he liked his softness and innocence of the boy very much and wanted to satisfy him.The boy was supposed to leave next day afternoon. Next day my wife felt better and told us that she will accompany us as it was the last day of our tour and for the boy had to collect his samples. She wanted to help him in collecting his research samples. As she cannot wear any tight.