She now wore a garter belt and stockings with a thong each day and her lack of panty lines should be obvious. She got so turned on each morning as she...dressed and looked at herself in the mirror.The other night she had shaved down there. She had removed all the hair from her pubes and left a tiny patch in a little arrow pointing to her pussy. It had turned her on so much she'd masturbated continuously for three hours, finally falling asleep on her stomach with her vibrator trapped between her. Papers were stuck to her sweat soaked body. When she got on her feet she saw what was happening to her sister and decided to help out. She moved and got down under her sister. She wiggled until she was facing her sister’s clit and her boss’ cock that was moving in and out of her sister’s cunt. She craned her head up and began to nibble at her sister’s clit.This made her sister moan loudly in approval.Their boss smirked as he waved his hand and out of his desk a long dildo appeared. With another. "No, I guess not," Tanisha smiled. "Do you think I overdid it?" Maybe a little," Bricklin replied with a slight frown. "At least now you know you have an enemy for life, but at least I don't think he's going to be a threat to you now. I think you managed to get across to him that you're not an easy target like that Hammerstrom woman." Yeah, and that we've got some support behind us," Jon said."And that the support will be keeping an eye on him," Bricklin added. "I'm glad you didn't bring all of. Second hand machines were at a premium. I took a deep breath and forked out four thousand pounds for a new, five hundred cc, Royal Enfield Bullet.It was exactly what I wanted. The registration letters, ending KAO – Kilo Alpha Oscar – led me to dub the machine 'Oscar' and once I'd told the grands that was its name, it stuck.Oscar gave me back a freedom I'd forgotten, and re-entry into the world of bikers. I couldn't go many places without finding some enthusiast salivating over Oscar. I was a.