Steve is one of those rugged biker types. He looks tough but is soft and tender. His tattooed arm shows a bat- the same bat on the cover of Meatloaf�...s Bat out of Hell album. Steve is one of the best kissers I have ever had; he dances his tongue with yours. He is in his late forties, is balding slightly and has the typical biker’s moustache and goatee. His body is rugged looking as well, hairy chest, slight belly. He is very sexy!A.J, my husband is a big man, some think he looks scary but I know. He reached his hand out towards her and when it rested on one of her open legs he started sliding it up. She stopped him before he could reach her pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked him between breaths. "I didn't say you could touch did I? All I'm going to do is give you some relief so just lay back and enjoy."She guided his hand back to the bed and went back to what she was doing. He resolved himself to accepting her rules and decided not to do anything to make her stop now.. We spoke for few minutes; I found out he was retired and his wife was out of town for few days. My choot was dripping while I spoke with him. He noticed wet spot by my crotch. His lund made tent in his shorts. So I got closer and caressed his lund from outside. He placed his hand in my shorts and noticed I wasn’t wearing any panties. He kept squeezing my bums and even fingered my gand with his fat fingers while I placed my hand in his shorts to massage his lund. His lund was very motta and. " I eagerly open my legs wider. If the clamp is coming off that must mean peeing isn't far behind behind! Alas I am proven wrong in the form of a sharp crack of a cane against my cunt. I shriek and try to close my legs. Instead he cracks the cane across my feet. "Hold your fucking position bitch" he hisses. I open my legs again, crying because I know whats to come. Two strikes, one either side of my pussy lips and one direct hit to my clamped clit and I am sobbing, saying how sorry I am for.