Dressed in a jet black Moto-X suit, with black helmet and black gloves.The helmet is painted with the same demon face as the red one.The motorcycle is...a big red Honda CR 500.I wonder if you will show. I wonder if it is the police that will come instead. I am confident with the canyons and bluffs in this area I can even loose a helicopter if they try to catch me. Hell, there were likely 20 or 30 other desert riders in the area and you could only give them a scant description at best. DNA would. There were several vertical supports in various places around the basement. After setting up cameras in various places. I armed myself with my 1911, and positioned myself near the door when I heard the garage door opener. I listened as the family car pulled in and heard the garage door closing. All was going to plan hearing three distinct voices, two female one male. I waited until all three made it through the inner door before kicking the door closed and leveling the gun right in Billy's. I could feel her cunt twitching as she came hard. Her cumming sent me over the edge. I pulled my cock out from between her thighs, grabbed her hips, and once again nestled my dick between the cheeks of her ass. She bent over, arching her back, and moaned in her sultry voice, "Cum for me, Dave, cum on my ass!" I pumped my hips once, twice, and then groaned between gritted teeth as my cock spasmed and blasted a long, hot, sticky load of cum out over her ass and up onto her back. Two, then three. ? You give me a grin. ?But I still love the boots.? I?veworn my black leather boots this morning, rather than inflict on myfellow men the hideous orange loafers I was wearing the previous day. Itry to explain that we don?t have a uniform, that we?ve just been askedto wear our rather unfortunate company colours, but you brush myexplanation aside. ?Next time we meet, I want you to wear the clothesyou wore last night.?I note the implied promise with satisfaction, and the qualification.