. like I could do anything ... I would do anything and so when he dribbled his glass of liquor on me, I knew what he'd do next and I wiggled in pleasu...able anticipation.His tongue felt like heat darting around my breasts. The tequila tingled as it flowed and his mouth slurped it up making me feel it. Some droplets sprinkled on my breasts and then he traced his tongue around a nipple, teasing it before he took it inside his mouth to suck it. I arched my back then digging my hands in the bed. The group of bikes stopped at a gas station when the president decided to end church. The three filled up their tanks and rode to the party, Punk was leading the group of prospects and decided to have a little bit of fun. He motioned over to his right were tank was that they were gonna take off when they hit the main stretch of the high way, he did the same to Bulldog who was in the back- middle. When they entered the highway Punk hit the power band making the bike lurch forward screaming down. I raised my head from her breasts and released the pressure of my fingers and watched the pink return to the white areas where my finger tips had been.My hands moved to the waistband of her slacks, easily releasing the string cord before easing under the material to pull them down her legs. Heather eased up slightly from the seat, enabling me to draw them over her hips. No panties gave me an unobstructed view of her soft red pubic bush as the material fell away. The lady was clearly prepared!As. She insisted that the men tie her up to force her to submit.The men were quite spent from the hearty fucking they had administered and were not as game as Velda to begin anew. But the whore had her way.She enticed the men with decadent ideas in order to reinstate their passion. She told them to beat Velda, for the torture would raise up their cocks.One of the men was intrigued by the idea. He convinced the two other men to carry out the whore's wishes. They bound Velda to a post in the center.