" Everyone is jealous of you boss, Chrissy is so pretty, I told herabout the grip tighter signal." Come on missy, lets put that helmet on you," Beryl ...ays.She puts on my helmet, telling me we're going to Palm Beach to see thesunrise. Says if I get tired and need to stop I should tap her threetimes, twice if I want her to go slower.She lifts me up and puts me on the seat."Hitch that skirt up girl but don't show your panties ... LETS RIDE!"We head back down the freeway. I experiment with a looser. I caught some of my drool and used it as lube to jack my own cock. God I was already on the verge of coming. Suddenly she pulled back. “Get up fag boy” she instructed as she walked toward the bedroom “come on, don’t make me wait or you’ll regret it”. I immediately got off my knees and followed, disappointed at no longer having her hard, hot, dripping cock in my mouth. “Put on your sissy things” she commanded. I had told her at the lounge that I sometimes liked to dress. I immediately removed. She emerged from the bedroom, her long legs gliding down the hall like a runway model, each step deliberately in front of the other. She wore a rich burgundy colored satin cami with matching tap pants. The material shimmered in the faint light shifting across her body with each stride. Her hair was all done up and flowing like a shampoo commercial and her face and nails were perfectly painted. I stood motionless and slack jawed as she came closer glaring into my eyes with a come-hither stare.. “Well you are a well armed bunch, don’t you know guns are dangerous?”Two Glocks and a little .38. HAH a .38 for the little girl.He grabbed Bristol by the hair. “You know how to use this Bitch?”“Bristol spit in his face.”“Sarah tried to help but was smacked down.”The two men shoved Sarah between them but she struck out hitting one and kicking another.As they struggled to control her she lashed out landing punch and kicks.The third man kept Bristol in his gun sights.Bloodied and bruised the two.