There were black iron shackles hanging from the rafters in the middle of the barn. She took me to them.?Arms up,? Ms. Beck said.I raised my arms and s...e locked my hands in the shackles, yanking on a chain to pull them tight over my head. She walked over to a haystack, and retrieved a pair of leather gloves sitting on top.?One of my boys bought me these gloves,? she said, ?They have weights in them for working out.?Ms. Beck lit a small lantern hanging from a post, and pulled the stiff gloves. I picked Vanessa up from the bonnet and we moved to alongside the car, where she pressed her body against the door, upright, and from behind i cupped her body with my groin pressing against her arse cheeks. Vanessa reached behind and guided my erection in between her full cheeks. The tip of my penis felt her anal moisture as she wriggled and guided me to her opening, before she arched her back and pressed backwards against me. I sank into her and felt myself gradually slide further into her. Then, he lay down on our towel and told her to do his back. Again she took a long time, working the oil into his muscles. Finally he rolled over on his back and told her to do his chest and work her way down. On her knees like that, her ass in the air and her little tits jiggling with the effort, she was beautiful. He told her to spread her thighs so she could work lower. The lower position also made it easy for her to draw circles on his chest with her nipples. This gave me – and the rest of. They also had their coats on."Kelly knows we are going out for a bit," Anders answered. Zack handed me my sweatshirt. I followed Zack out the front door followed by Anders. We walked for a minute or two towards the Lasch Building and the stadium. Unsurprisingly the area was deserted on a Saturday night."What is going on with you, Kyle?" Zack asked when we were past the last of the Nittany Apartments. "You have been surly and avoiding people all week." I'm fine," I insisted. "Really, I'm fine.".