She always found riding her bike a way to take her mind off things. On arriving at the village, she met a few guys and girls she knew from her times t...ere and stood chatting for a while before heading back to Middlesbrough before the darkness came down. She was an experienced rider and was always careful on the Moors but there had been two deaths in the last month and it was a bit tricky when it got dark. When she got back, she quickly checked her profile to see if her new found cyber lover had. . I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then. It crashed over my ass cheeks again and again, before he switched to his belt.I love the sound of the jingle of his belt buckle before he folds the leather and cracks me hard with it. It’s always such an amazing feeling, I just love the intimacy of his belt crashing over my ass with all the force he can give, knowing the welts are forming already and my red red ass is reacting and bouncing with the force.Back to the bull whip again and I was really starting to enjoy the sensation of it too,. I assumed that the guy next to me had sought to dissuade me from anything beyond just looking because Jeanine was married. I was wrong. “That woman has slept with just about every guy at this party, faculty, staff and students, married or not.” I was informed by my new friend. I looked at him and then the ring on his finger. “And?“ I asked. “I’m married. She flirted with me. It was there if I wanted. But I walked away. She is an attractive lady. It’s hard to say no to someone like her.” I.