So I straightened up and turned to face him, stepping out of my trousers. I finished undoing my blouse and let it fall open. The look on his face told...me it was working. He had his hand up to his mouth, trying to look composed, but his other hand was gently rubbing his crotch. I was a bit full of myself then, so slid my hand in my knickers, and closing my eyes, gently rubbed the outside of my pussy. I shrugged off my blouse and took off my bra, which I trailed over his face like a cheap. The biker told me she didn’t get much sleep last night. and laughed.When I brought her back the next home my ex-wife told me what she remembered of the night before and it went something like this.The biker let my ex get on the bike with him and he made the two ladies jump in the car with the other couple of friends that were all at the table together. My ex loved the feeling of that Harley between her legs and wrapping her arms around his muscular chest. She told me, she her pussy was leaking. .Now in revenge for that we are going to wound his wife’s body by fucking it….HahahaMom:please no am a queenWilliam: so what you are a slave here who mist satisfy all of us…Then a servant brought the ice and some other thing the hong ordered…..He took some chains which is used to tie the prisoners….He tied her one hand with it and tied it to the far end of the right pillar and the the other side to the far left pillar….Mom was now standing with her hands wide …..William took his camera and took. I wouldn't be fourteen until the following November.Aunt Matilda, Tillie in the family, was a story all by herself. At the time I stayed with her, she was between her second and third husbands. She had made a similar mistake to mine with a high school sweetheart. Her folks, my maternal grandparents, had thrown her out and changed the locks. The jerk responsible for her delicate condition denied ever knowing her.She worked the truck stop/casino parking lot out by the interstate until the baby.