I held onto her, pumping and thrusting. I could feel the soft pliability of her breasts as they conformed to me willingly. The thoughts of how she wan...ed to drink up my spending flowed through me continuously and my own delirious attempts to hold on longer finally failed.My initial explosion shot over her head missing her entirely, but the following spray of juice found its mark on her nipples and spread across her expansive chest. By the time I finished spilling, her breasts were covered with. My hole wanted it so bad. It was aching to be fucked. I put the plug up against my hole and it gobbled the plug up. It felt so great going in and resting right on my prostate I almost came. I wanted it to take a step further.I got out my new red lingerie panties and put them on. The red color was spectacularly bright. I then put on some red stockings and boy did they match up great next to the panties. I then put my jeans on and a shirt, grabbed a joint and lighter, then proceeded to the. There were a lot of the weekend bikers that came out for a couple of beers or stopped on the way up the coast. Although they don't mix that often, this place was also popular with the fringe bikers, the one percenters. The Hells Angels types.Usually the majority of the customers were the weekend biker types. They were doctors and lawyers and Indian chiefs and they could afford a Harley and loved to ride but were no different than the guys riding around in a four door sedan except they were. " So you, MISS Thomas, have no excuse!" Katie laughs. "Now come on! Thesooner you can get it on, the sooner we can get WASTED!" Reluctantly,Sarah and I sigh, before squeezing our bodies into the leotards,cringing when we find out they're even tighter than we anticipated.With our leotards in place (and not going anywhere thanks to Ophelia'sexcruciatingly tight corsets), Sarah and I are led to our kitchen, whereour shoes are fastened to our feet with long, ballerina-like ribbon,ensuring that we.