In the next instant, my hands were pulling down my panties under my balls. I wrapped my hand around my cock. I spent several minutes looking towards t...e spot where Charlie had disappeared, hoping for his return. But, he didn’t. So, I did the next best thing. I jerked off. As my ball were preparing to pump out all that pent up seed I thought I’d just let it splatter onto the ground. But I had second thoughts and decided that my hand was going to gather as much of my load as possible so that I. She could have managed the pain, embraced it, made it her own, if only they would not confuse her so with the threat of it. They rejected her denials that she had felt any pleasure, and threatened her for those lies. But they equally rejected her admissions of pleasure, which they said were made only to avoid punishment. She feared giving the wrong answer, but there were no right ones.But finally they were done, their lust sated and their cruelty satisfied, and they had left her bound in her. Hestood up and twisted back and forth watching the skirt swirl about.Grinning he walked to the bedroom door and listened again to be surehe was alone. After a moment he moved out into the hall."Probably too late if I'm not alone," he told the empty hallway.He wandered into the kitchen where he got a glass of water. Then hewalked back toward his bedroom. He focused on what he was feeling:aware of the tight panties, the skirt that brushed at his thighs, thecuffs on his arms, the bra wrapped. There had been no clues.Something was keeping her there at the gym, something she could not understand. While the others drifted upstairs after a while, Betty remained below, pretending to read the various scores of athletic accomplishments on the bulletin board. She wasn't surprised when, from the corner of one eye, she saw Coach Robinson sauntering up to her, hands on his hips."Interested in sports?"His masculine voice rolled over her, making her flesh tighten and her nipples stand up like.