" That sounds interesting, Sir."When we finish breakfast, the two of us walk along Main Street, looking at the motorcycles parked there and peering in...o the store front windows. We visit the museum. Angel is fascinated by all of the different types of motorcycles and soaks up the information like a sponge.Exiting the museum, Angel looks at me. “That was very interesting, Sir. I learned a lot.”We continue walking until we come upon the Black Hills Rally and Gold jewelry store. "Can we go in and. " Sarah was going to tell me what to do. There was no hinting. No sneaky suggestions. "You don't have to listen... " Sarah was going to tell me what to do, but she was leaving it up to me to decide if I wanted to listen. " ... tell you to do... " Someone was going to tell me what to do.It took a minute for the answer to resolve itself, but in the end there was really no question. By the time the shorts hit the floor, Betty had determined to do whatever Sarah required of her.Then Sarah had. Strangely, he liked being dominated like this. The trucker began to fuck up into Jacks stomach, pounding his ass raw as he held him there, pinned against the wall. ‘Oh oh oh oh!’ Jack began to gasp as he was lifted up and down on the monster cock of the dirty trucker. ‘You like that don’t ya? You fucking whore! You like daddy fucking your asshole?’ There was no denying it now, jack was really aroused by the whole situation. This combined with the extreme pressure on his prostate lead to. As to what is real and what isn’t, I leave to the reader to decide. I also have to thank my partner in crime, Yellow Peril, without whose editing, I shudder to think of the result. Jake After Pat went home last night, I really couldn’t believe the way that I felt, while I still felt love for Jenny, it was as if she had finally convinced me to let her go and move on with my life. I had a restless night’s sleep, filled with lots of dreams, mostly of Pat. I would have willingly taken her to bed.