. like their shirts with the dealers name on them? and a good pair of denim trousers and a black leather jacket?" Heck yeah Ella, that is part of biki...g, wearing good jeans and fancy shirts that tell the world I am a biker."Later at supper."So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face and yeah the macho image of a guy in the U.S. riding an American made bike." Well I am glad you did not buy. “But I pay my own way.”“You don’t pay it well enough. Mia is adamant. ‘I’ have to do a better job by you. But, that’s only the half of it,” he said.“What?” I said.“Sarah says I have to fix your face. To be honest, she says it upsets her to see you like that.“And in case there is the slightest doubt in your stubborn mind. Both of the girls support each the other in their respective positions. And, if that isn’t enough Abigail is onboard with them too,” he said.“Well, I can’t say I expected. Now it was up to us to be there for him.It took all I could muster to continue. But I had to lay it all out. "We, all three of us, are going to have to be involved in sex of some sort in all of this. And it is impossible to avoid that it will be among ourselves ... at first, anyway. Once we move beyond getting used to all of this, it will involve others as well. I am supposed to be the Dom in this arrangement until we can bring Dad on board. So it will be up to me to tell you with whom and. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He got behind me and spit on my ass as he worked a finger in me. I moaned with pleasure as he enjoyed exploring my ass. After a couple of minutes, I needed more. “That feels so good, but I need to feel your big hard cock in my ass, please fuck me, please fill my ass with your cock, I need to be fucked,” I begged him. He laughed and said I truly was a cock whore. All the times he asked his wife to let him fuck her ass and now I was begging him to do.