"Teach you to jump me, you little fucker," David muttered, and launched another powerful kick to the boy's ribs. So much for David's plan for a little...questioning.David went back into the root cellar and retrieved the boy's bindings. Somehow Eddie had managed to break a jar of canned peaches and had used the sharp edge of the Mason jar to cut the ropes. "Pretty good," David thought.The rope was too short to use effectively, so David climbed out of the root cellar and went to the tool cabinets. They seem so cookie cutter to me now, so ordinary, much like her that morning. She wore little if any spandex and her cycling shoes, while the clipless style, had probably also seen better days. As we rode through streets, she barely talked, chatting only once or twice to the lone other woman in the small group of seven that morning. My advice to men is don’t join a bike club thinking you’re going to meet up with some cute young woman. You’ll be far out numbered and if you are like much like me. He reaches for my clitty still covered by my leggings and I spread my legs wide and moan louder... I pulled down the front of my leggings and he reaches in finding my panties and then my bare clit... I am always fully shaved as Jane and he loved it... I reached for his crotch and he was hard... He pulled his zipper down and pulled out his cock (not the biggest but very hard)Well that's my clue, taking off my mask and I took him in my mouth. Not being shy at all I was alternating between sucking. I followed her and watched her as she undressed, eventually taking her pants off and rubbing her clit in front of me. I took my dress off and slowly removed my panties and bra, watching her hungry gaze of sexual hunger as I did so. I walked toward the bed, looking at her sitting on it and feeling aroused by her breasts. “Feel my tits” she said, feeling one herself and licking her lips. I agreed and placed my hand on her right breast, feeling her nipples get harder from my touch. I pushed.