Micah pedaled at the output she specified and she collected samples of his blood every two minutes to determine his lactate threshold. She pricked his...ear to get the first sample and from then on he bled non-stop. The blood gathered at the bottom of his earlobe and dripped onto the polished cement floor in big violent red splotches. It was another bad sign for him. There were a lot of sports where it didn’t matter if you were a bleeder, but if you fell off your bike and got cut up it was. Another hand jumped to my throat, when my lips were released, he wanted to know where condoms were. I complied and found the socks rammed down my throat till I was choking. In the short time I had to clear my throat and mouth, he found them and some hose. He took the skimask and pulled it backwards over my head to keep the gag in. Straddling my back, then he used the hose to strangle me. "You're a panty boy now aren't you..." I felt the hose tighten. He crushed my body under his and. So when she sent the note saying she wanted to have a group session with me and a few others, going into precise detail of what she wanted, what could a guy do? I know I couldn't have lasted another month in that place if she was going to send me notes like that all the time.She didn't know about our escape plans of course. She thought she was just sexing me up a bit so that I could have something to read whilst I practice my five finger exercises. Little did she know.I shone the torch onto the. “Apparently all three of us do. I do it almost every day. In bed, in the shower, sometimes in the yard…” “What?!” said Leann. “I like to frig myself as much as the next person, but in the yard?” “I’m even getting horny now, after seeing you cum,” said Robin, “and then all this talk about masturbation.” Then she reached inside her bottoms and began rubbing up and down her slit. “Dad could be watching” whispered Kelly, though her pussy was getting wet just watching Robin’s show. “So? Maybe he’ll.