As they mounted their bikes and left punk and the twins decided when church was over they would head over to a party they had been invited to earlier....The group of bikes stopped at a gas station when the president decided to end church. The three filled up their tanks and rode to the party, Punk was leading the group of prospects and decided to have a little bit of fun. He motioned over to his right were tank was that they were gonna take off when they hit the main stretch of the high way, he. Amanda clipped on some dangly earrings and a matching choker chain aroundDale's neck and sprayed Dale with a liberal amount of perfume."Wait downstairs whilst I get ready, I will only be 30 minutes," saidAmanda.Dale made his way downstairs, gingerly, after all he was wearing fourinch black stiletto heals.After about 40 minutes Dale could hear Amanda coming down the stairs.Dale's jaw dropped open, Amanda stood in front of him dressed in hisclothes, supporting what appeared to be a couple of days. ”Now free from his arms I broke loose and made a dash for my room. Once the door slammed behind me I could let my fuzzy brain take stock, my body still buzzed from his touch. Despite his unwanted attentions my body seemed to want more, much more.Somewhere in the far distance a clock chimed, one, two, three. Three o’clock in the morning and I was still wide awake. My body buzzing now not only from the gin but from those memories long ago. I sipped my gin and looked out on the patio where. Every time he enters me, I try to thrust my body back to meet his, but I have no ability to move. The saddle horse has me that if I move too much I’ll be unbalanced and topple. Henry can feel that I’m trying to meet him and the irritable bastard that he is presses his hands into my hips holding me still, pushing my hips into that hard wooden horse.“Fuck me!” I pant. “Henry! Harder!” I try to sound annoyed, but I come across as begging.Henry grips my hips.Presses down.Just his cock’s head still.