She kept up a running commentary about how good it felt and how I was doing it just right and my hand felt good on her breast. Then she said, "OK. Tha...'s good. Faster now." Patience, Sabrina, patience." I maintained the same pace for another minute or two and she started slapping my butt."Now. Baby, faster. Deeper. Now." She moved more vigorously back against me as I reached her cervix on each thrust. I just kept up the same pace, but thrusting harder as I went in.I could feel her begin to. The k**s stood next to the drive waiting, they too had envy in their eyes as I approached. I was given a helmet and he secure it on my head. He pressed the button to lower the garage door, climbed on, started the b**stly bike, and indicated for me to get on behind him. I had never been on any kind of motorcycle, much less a Harley Davidson. It roared when it started and the k**s whooped and yelled in response. I climbed onto the back, my purse going around my neck. As he released the kickstand,. Kicking the bodies leaning against it out of the way, she yanked the door open and rushed in. She closed it behind her to keep the stench of one room from breaching the others. She didn't expect much of a difference—semi-putrid air isn't much better. The room, though initially private, was stocked with bodies. There were between five and six bodies on each bed, lying in alternate directions on their sides to maximize space. Those not lucky enough to warrant such comfort during their dying. We decided to go to bed early that night, no sex as we wanted to savour the possibility of an erotic interlude the next day.We had agreed that I would pick up Angela from her hotel at 1pm and give her an en suite room to herself to get ready in. I would help prepare Linda before we all met in the gym for the match.After picking Angela from her hotel I showed Angela to her room and said that the match would start about 3pm so lots of time to shower and change etc. I said to Angela to knock on.