"Kay jumped in the shower and washed herself all over making sure to pay special attention to her ass and pussy. In a moments time, she finished and t...en wrapped a towel around herself and dried just as quickly. As she opened the bedroom door she smelled scented candles burning inside the darkened room.Walking out of the bathroom she felt a hand clasp over her mouth and she then was flung onto the bed. "You are my slut," Dan growled into her ear in a husky whisper, "for today, your ass belongs. Old John Joseph was a man with two first names. The railroad left him in the station when they took away the trains. John found me practicing a little vandalism on some of his abandoned freight cars. Instead of turning me over to the authorities, he put me to work helping him. It wasn't real work, but allowed us to talk. For you see there was only one train a week and all Old John had was time.Over the next few months he learned my life story. He never judged me or commented on my digressions.. I think you DO have a problem." Instictively, I looked down, and she said, "So do you like the way I look?" With that, she uncrossed her arms and put them behind her on the top of the vanity, pushing her breasts out at me. "Ah, I see a pair of 36Ds catch your eye." By this time, I didn't care about being discreet or "proper", and said, "Yes, Susan, they do." She looked at me and said, "Why don't you give them a feel and see what you think." I stepped over to her, and placed both hands on her. It's a Bank Holidayweekend and the forecast is good, why don't you take a run out on yourbike tomorrow and come and have a look. Even if it's not the sort ofstuff you like, you'll probably enjoy the ride. All my biker mates tellme that the back roads from here out to my place are great. Must bepretty good as there are always a lot of bikers at the Cleat Hill Cafeon nice weekends."Sam was not a biker as such, even though he owned a little 500ccmotorbike for transport. He had passed his bike test.