Her reasoning was that if she was to be shot, the ever efficient Germans would not have gone to the trouble of driving her any distance before disposi...g of her.At the Gestapo headquarters she was first left in a cold dark windowless cell with no furniture whatever, lacking even toilet facilities beyond a drain hole in one corner of the room. Only a bare concrete floor was available for sitting or sleeping. Margery spent an interminable time there, totally unable to judge how long she had been. 'I'd love to try that' said emz 'Well I've got the bike,lets do it' I said,half in jest.To my delight a few messages later a time,date and directions had been given.'How will I know you?' she asked. 'leather jacket,jeans,helmet in the colours of the Welsh flag and a big,blue motorbike.How will I know you ?......'leather jacket,black skirt,high heels and a wet patch where my pussy is' Come the day it was up early,shower and on the road for a few hours ride.In no time I was at the alloted place. ”I kept at it, watching her rise toward another orgasm. Just when she was close, I pulled out. Jeryl moaned in disappointment until the head of my cock pushed against her tight asshole. I thrust forward and she squealed. Her juices coating me were barely enough lubrication, but the tight grip of her ass consumed me. I thrust into her and moved one hand to stroke her clit. It only took a moment before her orgasm washed over her and pulled me under for the third time of the night.We collapsed on. "Twenty-two," said the woman's son and tapped his knee."Please stop this, Danny," Lani pleaded."Twenty-three, twenty-four," he continued. Lani almost knocked over her own chair hurrying to sit in Danny's lap. She had only to walk a few steps but she felt out of breath."I hate you," she blurted and then felt guilty for saying it. She didn't really hate her son but she hated what he was doing, didn't she? Lani put an arm around her son's shoulder. She felt awkward, helpless and undignified which.