When she awoke, she was all rested out and want something to drink and went to the beach bar with John and some Biker friends. There were not many Bik...rs left because the most of them were taking a shower and change clothes for the concert this evening.They heard a group of Bikes who had rented a chalet with sea view. It was a group of 13 Turkish Bikers who were en route for 4 days to get here and looked pretty tired. John knew Amir, one of the Turkish Bikers from previous years and came. No one knew I was there, trapped in his sexual quest and in return, all I wanted was another drink. The next time I saw him, was to talk about maintenance for our daughter. Living in the halls was great, our security was protected by a concierge who guarded the entrances to the individual halls, where the females slept.I arrived back around 2am in the morning, something I found out the next morning when I made enquiries. I could remember getting to my door and going inside, after that. Across from me sat Alison and Paula, Alison was 38 years old and the plumpest here. You wouldn't normally think of her as fat but in this company she did look a little overweight. She wore her brown hair long and curly. Paula was her friend, she was 41 and had a wicked sense of humour, she was very slim with short, bleached, blond hair. She looked and acted much younger than she was.The senior members of the group were sat further around on my right, they were Sandra, Melanie and Alexandra. All. If it's the latter ... well, it's fucking working. If it's the former, I don't even want to think about it. I don't even realise that I've pulled my knees tightly together until he gestures down at my legs."Okay, first of all, none of that. Sit down on the table, spread your legs all the way apart. Show me your cunt." His voice is calm, slow, unpleasantly dominant. It makes me want to spit in his face, but I have to remind myself that being here was, in the end, my idea. I want to do this. That.