I was going to bring it back, right after I showed it to my mother." Why would your mother want to look at an old mixer like this one?" I was really c...rious to know why."She makes tamales at home, to sell to construction workers. I thought she could save a lot of time if she had a big mixer like this one, instead of the little one we have at home. I just wanted to show it to her, then I was going to bring it right back here."I knew my father had bought that old mixer from a bakery liquidation. " He shot his Dad an apologetic look."Good, now I've got a call to make," Mark said, holding out a handcuff key to Jake."Colonel, Chief Whitman," Mark said into his phone. "Got a cleanup right up your alley. Bring packaging for five, two are down already. Also, need a cleaning crew for a small house, should be just one room unless somebody gets stupid before you get here." He gave the man on the other end the Dean's address and hung up."They'll be here in thirty," he said, smiling at Jake.. Also, the position I was in made it worst, as the violent back and forth movement cause by the flagellation caused my now fully uncovered hardened head to violently rub against the fabric of my shorts, giving me these very sharp pangs of pleasure and agony, and dramatically increasing my excitement… all this was mixed with the burning pain in my buttocks and the feverish feeling on my limbs and face. She hit me at least two more times, and I could only beg and cry uncontrollably, utterly. I pushed the head of my cock slowly into john when it suddenly felt like I was sucked in as my swollen head made it past his sphincter. “Mmm now fuck me like a cheap whore” John gasped Instead of a slow build up I went into top gear and rammed my cock in and out of the tight hole I was buried in as hard as I could with every inward thrust. Kathy was slapping Johns ass cheeks on my every out stroke, leaving John’s butt very red indeed, but he was moaning with pleasure so I take it he was.