It had nothing to do at all with all the boobs on display, I swear.Korean bbq restaurants can be a bit of a trip if you’ve never eaten at one. Like ...n Korea, not something you’d find in LA’s Koreatown or something. Especially the ones that play up the old school vibe like The Railroad Tracks did. The floor was gravel. Not concrete with a lot of gravel mixed in, but actual gravel. Walking on it felt like you were walking down a gravel road that had recently had new rocks spread out on it. It was. His member twitched from the sensation that coursed through him. He blushed a deeper red, lowering his head quickly to hide his face and his feelings. He could hear her giggle then felt her soft , gloved fingers caressing his hair. A soft moan escaped his lips as his body quivered. His muscles tensed and this brought a sharp tug from his chains which brought him back to reality. "Please just let me go." he pleaded.His skin tingled from beads of sweat that now covered his body from the heat of. Hard. My ass stung as I cried “one!” He spanked again, harder, and not quite in the same place. “Two!”Again, harder. “Three!”Then the other cheek. “Four!” -spank- “five!”-smack!- “six!” Harder still. “Seven!” I cried, tears welling in my eyes.He continued like this as I counted each strike, never in the same spot, and tears had started to run down my cheeks. Yet even as I cried the sting felt delicious, making me wetter even as it hurt.At fifteen, he spanked right on the base of the plug,. 30 I hear a knock at the door. I open it and in steps my dream-girl. She's young, she's stunningly pretty, confident and her dress appears to hide a perfect body."Come in," I say, rather unnecessarily, and she strides into the room as if it's her room reservation and not mine. I point to the envelope and she slips it into her purse, clearly having assessed me as an honourable man.Stepping over to me, she takes control, one of my garments to one of hers. My shirt, her dress – you get the.