That hair was roughly six or eight inches long, and every strand of it stuck straight up into the air in tufts that were maybe an inch in diameter at ...er scalp, and which came to a point those six or eight inches later. I don't know what she had in it, but it made the hair stiff. To go with that look, her cheeks, eyebrows and eye shadow were all dark. She looked distinctly punk. Her lipstick was blood red, which you'd think would conflict with the hair, but it didn't."Neem Hah," she said,. "this device is your incentive. If you get too slow and drift back onthe walkway, you will be severely shocked by this cattle prod. As longas you walk at the proscribed pace, you will avoid the prod. Now placeyour hands on the rails." As I did so, she and Gwen strapped them down. "This will make it quite impossible for you to escape the walking, or thepunishment. Since this is your first time on the treadmill we will startat a walk. You will be walking at least a mile, maybe more. Devon looked at his friend, hard cock in hand, pointing towards the mothers gaping hole. There was no question as to whether he could fit in her, but even with her years of experience and all those loose folds, there was no doubt that she had a wet pussy and it would feel good on Devons cock. Since he was already lined up, he took the opportunity to continue gazing at young Rachels perfect pussy. He figured if he stared hard, he could remember it well enough to picture it perfectly any time he. Being with Lev, adrenaline racing through her system as he pummelled her with pleasure and together they forced her body to accommodate his, it was a new experience. As she clung to him, she imagined herself clinging to the mast of a tall ship in a storm, bracing for each wave, but feeling incredibly, impossibly alive in the moment. It was necessary to forget everything else and hang on for dear life.When Lev finished, she was too deep in her own experience to notice immediately. Her world was.