I looked around their was a small dance floor that was empty and about 2 dozen guys in the place talking, socializing, and drinking. The whole bar was...dimly lit with light mainly from TVs showing sporting events. The guy next to me quickly started up a conversation. He was about the same age as I was, and quite fit. We made a little small talk. I was constantly looking around and noticed a hallway in the back and saw guys going back there. At first it seemed like just a path to the restroom,. “Shh!” David held up his palm, listening intently.Michelle’s temper was about to flare when the indistinct growl became louder and settled into the rumble of a motorcycle engine.“A motorbike?” Michelle looked questioningly at David.“No. Two motorbikes,” David replied.The grumble now clearly defined as two motorcycle engines was confirmed when two motorbikes crested the rise of the low hills and began to descend towards the roadhouse; two blurred orbs wavered like a mirage then solidified into. In fact, once she got a little peek at the outside world, she would not be denied at all. I tried to put her away or relegate her to an occasional fetish, but it never worked. I even purged all her stuff a time or two. But inevitably the unquenchable need to be Jennifer always came back, and it would come back stronger and quicker each time I tried to deny her. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I. “Now ask me again,” his voice moving from your head to your feet as he walks around the table. “Fuck, please fuck me, just fuck me, Oh Gawd, I need my wet pussy fucked so bad,” you’re shouting it, begging. The need to be filled is all you know at this moment, feeling like the only thing you’ve ever wanted. “Well, if that’s what you want most, I’ll see what I can do,” he taunts back, his voice coming from below your feet. You feel your ankles being lifted, coming to rest on his shoulders..