Chambers. He told me that Harleys were the Mercedes or Jaguar of the motorcycle world and the owners were very proud of owning them. I thought I might...own one someday, but that dream died almost as quickly as it started when I found out that the first Harley we worked on belonged to Lisa Hartwell’s father. He didn’t know I worked for Mr. Chambers. No one in town did. I was happy to keep the secret because I wouldn’t be the only one to suffer if anyone found out. As we got closer to the Harley. We need to know.”“You and Tony Gonzales?”“No, he led me to you. He’s just a ... contact.” Who’s doing my mother and any other female who’ll slow down for him.“Who is your client?”I shook my head, “Confidential.”A flicker of annoyance, but not at me. At not knowing. Pat’s business was knowing.Pilar, “Horse walks into a bar. The shocked bartender points a finger at him in alarm and yells, “Hey!”Walker: “You read my mind, buddy.”On the road again... The first Royals road trip I could go on started. I can’t deny my disappointment.”“Well as you can see from the amount, it’s been a while. That was the easy one.” Noah took another drink of wine. “I’m nowhere near done yet, and you have plenty of work to do. For starters, I see a mess you need to clean up.”“As you wish.” She once more lowered her head and licked the semen off his stomach, not letting any of it go to waste. His half-mast member then vanished into her mouth and she once more displayed her skill. The forming and breaking suction,. With that, I did stop. I stood up and lifted my dress and turned with my back to him. I took his hard cock in my hand and lowered my ass down so that I could slide it in my wet pussy. Randy was 8 inches hard, and sitting on it like that took some doing. I wiggled and wiggled until I got it in just the right spot. I sat down hard on it, taking it all in me. I was so full and all i could hear in the quiet night was Randy begging me to fuck him. I started lifting my ass up and down and letting.