. I had to explain it all again.“So...” he said, “Where were the keys?”“See that tiny weld spot on the tank air filter?”Diesels today have...the air filter tank mounted on the outside. They didn’t used to do that ... this filter was under the hood.He looked and nodded. So did most of the mechanics.“There wasn’t any reason for that weld. Everything else has a purpose.”Everybody nodded again, and one of the mechanics started unclipping the filter cap. He set it aside, took out the can filter and. Kim and Paul toweled off and went to the bedroom to wait. Kim removed the sheets and put a clean set on the bed. Paul sat on the edge and watched as Kim found the dildo and took it into the bathroom to clean it.Brad and Sally came back into the bedroom and all four of them sat in a circle on the bed. Sally rested her hand on Brad's leg and gave it a knowing squeeze. Sally knew that what had happened wasn't what Brad really wanted, but she hoped it helped. Brad looked into Sally's eyes, smiled. As quickly as I raised up, he was dragging me toward the bedroom by my leash. My ankles were still clipped close together so I struggled to take tiny steps. He repeatedly spanked my ass with his bare hand to hurry me along. The bedroom was properly staged as well and he forced me roughly onto the bed face down. I felt him clipping a spreader bar between my ankles spreading my legs wide and after removing the snap between my wrists he ordered me onto my back. I rolled over obediently and he. I struggled to confirm the safe word and the lack of focus deterred me from noticing him removing my pants. He grunted. My jeans resisted removal and he jerked me back and forth, the shakes reminding me of my current situation. “Mark?” “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled, tugging my jeans to my ankles hard. “Wait! No!” I cried, shocked not only that my guess wasn't right but that I was naked from the waist down. He kicked at my heels. “I’m not waiting for this anymore!” Again, his statement caught.