My breathing was ragged at the verbal assault and promise of displeasure. I could only muster a “Yes, Tre.” I felt his hand rub my ass, gripping...and kneading it. His other hand slipping along my split, knuckles grazing across my wet folds. I was slipping into a peacefulness as the pleasure built. His hands disappeared. Before I could miss his hands, one impacted my right cheek. I let out a gasp as my mind was like "Holy fuck, that hurt!" My conscious piped up and reminded me to say the words. "Load me."Charlie helped me load the first four large paper bags onto my bike. "That looks steady enough," he told me, checking the bike for sway and balance. Then he climbed on his fully loaded machine and steadied himself with one foot on the ground. Pointing at the onebag order still sitting in the corner, he told me, "Gimme me that order."I gaped at him. "You gonna carry that with five bags already on your bike?" Hell, give it to me. C'mon."I handed him the bag, which was no lightweight,. It was almost a mantra like she used in her daily meditations. "Don't move; don't move; don't move."But the orgasm boiling within her was consuming her body. It exploded and tore the darkness apart. There was blinding light and sound and chaos - all coming from within her. And there was pain pounding into her body from the outside as her body convulsed in ecstasy.Finally her body stopped thrashing from the pain and the pleasure, and she hung silent once again. At least she hung silently. It was like when we first dated. It was exciting. He isn't better than you, just different. I'll tell him I can never see him again, okay?" Cynthia begged."What the hell kind of prick do you think I am? It would pretty damn selfish to stand between you and some great sex, wouldn't it? I've had a couple weeks to think about this situation and I've come up with a solution," I replied."My God! You've known for a couple weeks? You never let on. I had no idea!" moaned Cynthia."Actually, I've been.