I am extremely disappointed, krys." You turned and a second later they two of you were gone. I have no idea how long you were gone. I stayed in posit...on, my pussy, thighs and ass throbbing. I cried a little, I worried a lot. I knew I had embarrassed you and that you were displeased with me. I pictured your face in those moments when I had pleased you and I focused on that. When you were at my side again you told me that I was going to be whipped with a belt in front of Marc and that to make up. The green vine, withits added pink, red and black flowers sprouting from it, only added tomy new beauty.The second tattoo, the one on my ass cheek, was of a red pitchfork,which was fitting, as he had the same design on the back of theirjackets, their colours, so to speak.A few days later, I noticed their bikes being checked over, somethingwas clearly being planned. When I asked Erik, he told me that we weregoing to Daytona Florida for the annual spring bike week. He clearlytrusted me to go. Another man tore Mark’s shirt completely open and pawed at and licked the hair on the young chest. Fingers pinched nipples. Another hand – whose? – reached between Mark’s legs and the shredded denim and grabbed the dangling, exposed balls. Then the probing tongue pulled away and Mark heard a zipper, presumably being opened, and then felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart again. Mark was totally exposed. He felt completely violated. He was delirious from lust. His mind raced. He looked over to. Where on earth are you going to go? And what about your school? You can’t just walk out on us like this after all your father and I have done for you over the years; you can’t be so ungrateful; and anyway, where are you going to go and what are you going to do for money?”“Firstly ma, that stupid, drunken, old git you call your husband is not my father; he never has been and never will be. And frankly, all the pair of you have ever done for me has been to make my life a misery in this house for.