Unfortunately, the pickings were pretty damned slim that morning. There were a couple of teenage girls, but they looked a little too young, and I don'... swing that way. I may be a bad ass biker bitch, but even I have principles!When the waitress walked by, I slapped her on her nice round ass to get her attention. She wasn't all that great... just a middle aged, small town blonde... but at least it got her attention. She turned around quickly, afraid to look me in the eye. I just laughed and told. The wives resumed theirearlier conversation about shopping, as if nothing untoward washappening. They continued chatting between swats."So, we can head downtown after we're done with our girls." SMACK!"Sounds good." SLAP!"I'll pay for parking." SWAT!"Okay. But you have to let me buy coffee." CRACK!It went on like that until the last splat of wood against flesh hadsounded. Then there was 'one more for good measure'. The men couldn'tbelieve how much it hurt, how hot their tails felt, or. I'd read about satyrs before in mythology but I had no idea that such a thing still occurred in this modern day. But, when it happened to me, there was no denying that something very strange and very powerfully erotic had occurred with my body and with my rampant sexuality.I won't bore you with the details in this account of how I actually realized that in very lusty erotic situations I actually turned into a satyr, just let it suffice to say that one night when I was camping out under the. And oh, by the way, theSisterhood doesn't like you to use words like breasts or vagina. Youbetter use words like cunt or pussy or tits or ass or asshole. If yourefer to yourself, call yourself a cunt. Otherwise, you'll get a shockor a beating."Right now, Holly only wanted Cassandra or Mimi to start eating her cuntout. It was so horny from the ass licking she was getting and thefingers moving in and out of her cunt. Maybe she was just a lesbiancunt. She started thinking about the other girls'.