After we discussed the show on the ride home and where we would be doing the next one she spoke up. "Her name is Alisa, she asked for my number before...she left." She spoke simply and I could tell she was rolling it over in her mind trying to figure it out."Did you give it to her? She seemed pretty interested, from what little I saw." Between the BDSM games we played and our natural personalities, we had fallen into fairly traditional gender roles. She took care of the house and errands while I. But as soon as she had seen that bike in the parking lot, it was all forgotten. God, how she hoped she hadn’t been wrong. If that wasn’t Ty, she was going to have to do some high powered talking to keep that biker out of her apartment. But every cell in her body had jumped when she had seen that bike. She KNEW it was Ty! Just as she expected, as soon as she laid down her briefcase and sat down her supper, there was a pounding on her door. She had been careful to lock it with the chain, so she. She’d had no bra on, and her panties ripped apart with a single pull, and she was naked except for socks. I played a hunch and grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to mine. “Take the socks off, bitch!” I yelled in her face, and she shakily reached down with one hand to obey. I noticed a surprised look on Everett’s face from the corner of my eye, but it seemed I had pleased him by making her participate in her stripping.Two other men stepped up and took Pam from me, dragging her towards. Ashley snorted, but pushed herself to the edge of the bed and then stood up. I grabbed her around the waist and slid a hand between her legs teasing her pussy lips with my fingers. "No fair," she muttered when I released her and stood up."You offered it up to me," I said with a smirk.Ashley laughed and hugged me. "It's only for you. But you realize that I'm already wet and ready. You better fuck me hard at some point tonight." I've created a monster," I muttered. I gave Ashley a kiss before she.