A smirk touched his lips for a second and then vanished. “Naughty girl. You are not prepared for me. This is going to take a little while.” My h...art pounded in my chest with excitement. He closed the door and walked towards me, as his green eyes burning on my body. His face was inches away from mine, he drew his nose to my neck and up my cheek, inhaling, and leaving a wake of goosebumps. “You smell like a slut, a dirty slut.” He grabbed at my hair roughly with his left hand and pulled me. "Accident or not, Prof and all the rest of us all wear our leathers whenever we're on the bikes. It's far better to be safe than sorry. Now try these for size." Janice said holding her leather trousers out to me.Well, they fit fine, and so did Janice's boots, but the weight of the heavy leather jacket took me by surprise. Once I had Janice's helmet on, I don't think anyone would ever know that it was me on that bike behind Prof.Prof took me down the bypass and then out into the country a ways.. Jason responded with a strong but soft voice and said that he liked to be penetrated hard by any woman he had the chance to fuck. The woman looked at Jason with a lustful face and started the car. As the car was in motion Jason couldn’t help but look at his new master and he hoped that she’ll make him her long time slave, suddenly the car stopped and they both got out and looked at the apartment were Jason’s master would make him her new slave. Jason looked once again at the woman and her face. The others got New York strips and fries. He also added a strawberry shortcake.The food arrived and they ate.“Thanks, guys,” the divorced guest of honor said. “Of course,” Scotty replied.“No problem,” Mike added.“We got your back,” Jason proclaimed.“I never would’ve expected all this,” the fit and hardy D.C. Metro Police captain stated.“There’s more,” Mike declared checking his phone. “In about 20 minutes.”“Poker,” suggested Jason.“Why not,” Capt. Layton smiled.“I’m always in,” Scotty made.