Stopping he looked down to see how Kent was coming along. He was behind so Sam decided on a short break. Tipping his green John Deere hat back he wipe... his face with the collar of his shirt. There was hay down the back of his shirt. He could feel it starting to itch between his shoulder blades. Whoever thought rolling in the hay was fun, he thought to him self, was crazy. He absently rubbed his back against the barn post to relieve some of the itchiness before getting back to work. Some time. It seemed like Joyce or I were carting one of the kids to a camp or baseball or sorcerer.Fall is upon us before we knew it. It will be a big year for Joyce. Our association is hosting the US championship in pool for the Mid-East division. The Mississippi River is the dividing line between East and West. I am not sure how they divide the East division into East and Mid-East divisions. There will be tournaments all winter long to qualifying for the tournament finals in Chicago(4-22-16). Eric and. ?Oh Fuck.? I mumbled through the gag.?I told you to be careful what you wish for. You wanted punishment. I expect you to make it. No safe word unless you absolutely need it.? He began placing them across my cockhead like before. They dug in and I knew I was in trouble. He started the timer in front of my eyes and left it there. I stared into the mirror, looking at my cock and balls wondering how I was going to survive ten minutes. I started struggling after only a minute and pulled back. I tried to move but couldn't. My body had gone to sleep. Mike untangled me and I took a huge breath. I managed to roll onto my side into a fetal position. Mike took more pictures and then changed the memory stick. Mike seemed invigorated and I was exhausted. He had only been here for just under two hours...what were we going to do since Mike agreed to stay the night. It took fifteen minutes to get the sensation in my legs back. I offered to take a shower with Mike. The hit water felt good to.