In the dim light of the bar I had a good look at my assailant for thefirst time. He was at least six foot tall and two hundred fifty poundsof what lo...ked like pure muscle. He had a red bandana wrapped around abald head, a thick black handle bar mustache, black leather vest, blackwide leather belt with a large chromed buckle, faded blue jeans, blackbiker boots and tattoos on his arms and chest. As my gaze swept theroom, I thought, "These guys make the 'Son's of Anarchy' look likewimps." My. From now on there are some words along with the pictures . . . and I want you to read those words for us.”“Okay,” she said as the page was turned. She quickly found the first set of dialogue and began reading: “Pull down my underwear . . . my little slut. I have a big surprise waiting for you underneath.” The photo had zoomed in on the head of his cock still covered and it also included a side shot that showed the girls pretty face and bare breasts at the same time.“Mr. Mike,” Emily began,. I know it!" And with that, she trotted upstairs and locked the door behind her. After a minute or two, I could hear the moans from their room again...I was in a daze... I couldn't remember the last time an orgasm felt so good. She didn't even have to stroke my dick. She just latched onto my balls, sucked on them, and finished me off in seconds. All the rules were going through my mind...1. Heather wasn't sleeping with me all week, she would be with Sarah and Eric.2. Heather's body. I couldn't help but notice the incredible bulge in the crotch of hisLevis. His crotch looked like a melon was concealed within the fabric thatwas stretched so friggin tight that the seam threatened to let loose. Toobad it didn't. Anyway, this is the first time I have ever told anyone thissecret that I am about to tell so here goes... I don't remember when itstarted or how, but what I do remember is that at some point when I watchedDon's house I would end up in his bathroom jerking off thinking.