I hopped on the cycle and tried to bury myself in the book. It only partly worked. My mind was still occasionally drifting off. As the timer on my bik... ran down I was back drifting in a sexual fog. I suddenly realized that the program was over and gathered my stuff up. I still needed to do some sit-ups before I left. So I went downstairs and grabbed a mat. I positioned myself so my feet were towards the wall.It was almost closing time and the gym was virtually empty. So there weren't any of the. He was known in his family to be literally a (genius), He was just the one to look for, when anything crumbles down, even the hardest of things that can be suddenly down, he was just the man for the job.(Mado), as his friends and cousins used to call him, had such an enormous lust for his father's 42 years-old assistant, the fat, middle-aged, single, sexy woman.(Noga), as his parents used to call her, was a spinster, she was a voluptuous, curvy woman, who worked as a secretary for his father in. This way a person inside the box could loosen the bolts and take the panels off to gain freedom. The bottom part of the box was already connected since it had some special features mounted on it. In the center of the panel was a fucking machine that I had just purchased off the internet. The fucking machine had a pole coming out of it with a dildo attached to the end of it. The device would produce a thrusting motion. I had it set at its lowest setting so that while it was running I would have. Chad grabs a handful of my ass, and gives a quick spank. I moan onto his cock with the swat.“You like that do you, fagboy?” Chad laughs. Brenda makes eye contact with Chad and he nods his head down my length. My sister picks up the cue, and gets off the bed, and places a hand on the small of my back. “Now, keep sucking, bitch boy,” she commands of me as her hand comes down hard on my ass. I moan on his cock again—another swat CRACK and another. My moaning becoming gasps and sighs, and heavier.