That should be the most efficient route in my book. No need to spend any more time in the Northeast than absolutely necessary, wouldn’t you agree?�... Courtney urged the others, getting general accord there ... the sooner they were all away from the Atlantic Seaboard the better.“Well said. We don’t want to take any chances that Powerball figures out our ruse. The consequences could be grave, to put it mildly. I agree with the overall plan. We should leave right after supper, I think, with each. He had left the room, ostensibly to fetch her some lemonade, but in truth, he could not bear to see her whimpering in pain, trying to writhe and not succeeding. How he would manage to burn her clitoris off was only one of his worries. If Al-Mansur had simply ordered her de-clitted, he could slice it off with a scalpel or cut it off with scissors, both methods that, while painful, were more humane than the horror that he had to subject her to.He refilled her glass of lemonade, got a bag of ice,. She toldLupe that she was taking me into the bedroom so I could give her a 'bonusorgasm', at the same time cleaning up the messy deposit of cum that hadbeen spurted into her pussy. I grabbed my tummy and shook my head, butLupe took a heavy wooden kitchen spoon and gave my bottom --unfortunately not covered at the time -- a dozen hard swats, whichconvinced me that cooperation would facilitate self-preservation.In the bedroom my wife made fun of me and blurted out that my predicamenthad been. Jacqui packed a few things into my leather panniers and we set off. I'd checked exactly where I was going the previous evening, confident that my almost photographic memory for roads, would get us to our destination and back with no problems.The ride to Trebyan was fun, if uneventful. The roads were nice and twisty, good biking roads, and I now rode a lot faster than our earlier little trips. I felt my pillion was more comfortable on a bike now so I wanted to show her just how good riding could.