Now they wanted to fuck me. They played paper, rock or scissors to see who was going to fuck me first, this was like out of the twilight zone. How cou...d they be so heartless to another human being I thought, but guess to them was the fairest way they could think of. The blond k** won and pushed me to the floor and just opened my legs and shoved his cock into me in one stroke. It went in easily and the terrifying part was I knew I was wet down there.His cock felt comfortable and warm, different. He jumped. “Ashley, what are you doing?” “Spending some quality time with my brother. Don’t you want to spend time with me?” I stroked him once, the moved my hand away so it was almost touching, but not quite. I then interlock the finger of my other hand with his, and moved it towards me. “Well, yeah but you are really-whoa!” he cut off suddenly as I brought his fingers to my sex and let him feel my wetness. He tried to pull away, but I was having none of it. I held him tight, and carefully ran. Laptop out, papers all over the table and she wouldn’t know it if a bomb went off. Just under 30 I’m guessing. Probably a couple years out of college, maybe a year or two on the job at a law firm or similar where they have laid a ton of shit on her to see how fast and easily she can climb the ladder. A few more tables have a random scattering of men and two other women. Everyone looks out of place but still oddly at home. The life of the business traveler - no idea about the city you are in but. “Jake”, he said. At last I knew my biker’s name. I wanted to say, “Jake’s got his cock inside me”, but I couldn’t speak, instead I was listening to him telling Roland that he had a very sexy wife. Suddenly he pulled out. My cunt was wide open, sucking in air as if gasping for breath. So was my mouth. Roland didn’t notice. Jake was giving him a card. He had a stand at the exhibition. He told Roland to come and find him so that he could take his sexy wife for a ride on his sexy Harley. Roland.