He buckles it tightly. He takes my wrists and cuffs them behind my back. He slips the hasp of a padlock through the staple on the buckle and clicks it...shut."Turn around, Fifty," he says flatly.I see he's holding a leather dog's leash. He clips it to my nose ring. "Are you enjoying this, Fifty?" he says.I blush. The truth is that I am. He knows. I don't have to say. He's holding the leash in one hand, gripping my arm with the other. I can't help comparing his decisive grip with how Joe touches. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me, your cock buried balls deep.”I knew straight away what to do, I turned to my bedside table, pulled out a condom, whacked it on, and a nice little vibrating cock ring I had from Sexpo. The sensation from the cock ring was certainly something different, It certainly helped me get past the fact that the condom took so much away from the sensation. But, I was more interested in pleasing her at that point. I could always rub one out later. I was thankful Krab had seduced one of my ancestors and blessed my line. And hated that my father had the gift, as well. He abused it.“But you’re not,” Sven said, still massaging me, sending trembles through me. “Because I’m going to make you cum so hard, Princess.”“Promise?” I purred, eager to show him what made this newest proxy so special.I took perverse delight in using my father’s money and resources against him.“So, why the new proxy, Princess?” Sven asked, pressing his thumb harder into. ?I walked to the lobby, got some coffee and pancakes then went outside. There were about 10 more bikes outside. There were about 4 more guys from California, ?probably another chapter in the state. The other 6 were from Oregon. We started our bikes after Eagle told us the road plan, and waited for the patch holders to get in front of us. Then we rolled out.We pulled over about 100 miles later at a rest stop over by eastern Oregon. There were a couple more patch holders and prospects from Idaho..