S-Barn part7
then hung limp once again.
The rake was tied loosely in place with a length of rope around the
man’s knees, and Bob stepped down, moving the box well out of reach.
“D’you think it’ll kill him?”, Rich asked.
“Maybe,” Bob shrugged. “Who gives a shit?”
“Not me, for sure. Serve him right.” Rich placed his hand lightly on
his friend’s welted bottom. “Let’s get his keys and get out of here.
We can clean up at the pump outside an’ unlock our bikes.”
Bob turned to face him, his cock stiffening. He put his hands lightly
on Rich’s bare chest, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. “Okay, ”
…End of the part7. To be continued..