I was like a tormented child. I had no explanation what this man did to me; all I knew was that I was dying to make this man mine and there was no way...in the world it could be possible. I could not foresee any way of achieving that.Vimal got a huge loss in his business because of over investing when the market was dead. Before he could control, it was too late his business was beyond irretrievably. Vimal had fought his business with everything he had. Then, just as surprising he decided to go. The music was menacing. It was black, there was a bright light getting bigger as a silhouetted figure rode into a deserted factory on his Harley, with leather strips hanging from the high handle bars. He took of his crash helmet and shook out his long hair. He was in black boots and leather trousers, his chest bare except for a sleeveless black leather waist coat sporting the Hells Angels insignia. There was a black whip in the pannier, on the back of the bike. No ordinary biker. Sometimes. She felt him stir above her, his knees knocking at the heavy plate glass of the table. Then she felt him thrust the head of his cock against her labia. A grating pain shot through her and she tried to close her legs to force him out, but the belt of the housecoat held her open to his initial thrust and she could only shake her head back and forth, biting her lip to keep from wailing at him. She was, she realized, helpless to stop him. But I'll be damned if I'll give him a moment's pleasure by. “Of course I am.” She told him. “Kerry has been behaving herself.” Eddie laughed. Kerry smiled and looked admiring at Eddie’s brightly coloured swimming shorts. The only problem was they were dry. She wondered if Mark would notice; she also wondered where the other men were. “No one else joining you tonight?” Mark asked. “Phil and Jeff were here earlier but I sent them back to get their swimming trunks; didn’t think it was proper to have them naked with Kerry present and you not being.