Bitsy wore a pair of cargo pants much like my own. Those allowed me to wear a sweat shirt over a body vest made for a smaller sized sweat shirt, but t...e pants still allowed me to get to the .22 mag, just in case. I had a feeling learning how to dress tactically was another thing she learned from Lucy2.Since I had more experience with small town biking, I led the way. We rode for an hour away from the motel, then rode back on pretty much the same course. It had become natural for me to check out. Kelly leaned back into his chest. She held onto the arm that was playing with her tit to stabilize herself. He’d found her G-spot and was quickly and forcefully rubbing it. Kelly turned into his shoulder and moaned, “Oh, fuck,” as she came. He pulled his hand from her jeans and used his wet finger to roll her other nipple. Kelly was enjoying his every touch. And her pussy was running like a faucet.For a minute, Kelly was thinking about where she could go to fuck the guy but then he seemed like. "Dang daddy! How horny are you?" Very, mistress"Danielle pulls her panties off of my head and I can see again, she's sitting on her heels beside me and puts her lilac panties into my hand. "That's an impressive cock! What is that? Ten inches?" she asks, trying to stretch her little fingers around it, but her hand is too small."Nine mistress." Dang. That looks too big. I want to watch you. Jerk off in my panties Dad." "I'm sorry mistress, you want me to rub one out in your panties?" Yes." and. " I can live with that", she said. "Question is, Can you? If I agree to this, you have to agree to become my complete and total masochistic (and femminizable) slave--for at least the next 2 years. Any torture I mete out, you will humbly accept, without complaint, to the absolute limits of your ability to endure, up to and including passing out from either pain, or exhaustion, or both, trusting that I will do my utmost at that point to restore you to torturable health again. Again, any.