After months of mourning I decide to get on with my life. Granted it was like there was a piece missing, but I was for the most part happy. I had went...back to school and gotten my degree. I had started working on my career and was working my way up the ladder. It has been 2 years since he died and I still feel the pain of it all. I get in my car to leave since the sun had set and start to drive home. When I pull into my driveway, I notice a motorcycle pulling in behind me. I don’t know anyone. It felt so good. She felt them being squeeze hard, then gently caressed. She closed her eyes and sighed. There was no sense in trying fool herself anymore…. she wanted to be dominated.He pinched her nipples hard and she felt a shiver go through her petite body. She turned around…. still kneeling, she looked up and saw a big, muscular, and cruel looking middle-aged man with a heavy beard, standing there in a black biker jacket and blue jeans. She could also see a very large bulge in his crotch,. At this point I was sweating! I’m trying to hide what she’s doing with her hands. By 11:30pm I start to notice Rebecca has become very intoxicated, and has knocked over her second drink. I tell my friends to ask for the check, it's time to go. I should have taken her home first. I didn't, the thought did not even occur to me until the next day. We all began to pile back into the car. I climbed into the driver's seat and my friends climbed into the back. Rebecca got in last and was sitting in. He hasn’t stopped. I feel his fingers continuing to pump in and out of me, and his mouth, tongue and teeth are still pleasuring my sensitive clit. Moments after my first orgasm, I feel another building. This one promises to be far more explosive than the previous one. In seconds it breaks over me, and I gasp. I see white lights pop in my vision as his mouth and fingers carry me to heights previously unknown. And still he continues. Just as I think I can’t cum anymore, my body shuddering at an.