She mirrored the action with her other heel, furrowing rib to hip and then again back to the first with a slightly different path across my flesh. And...on, and on, punctuating the lazy, agonizing choreography with little stamps and grindings of her stilettoed feet. I was in ecstasy. At moments of humiliating lust as pure as this I honestly think I would allow myself to be killed if it pleased my lady. I wanted her to annihilate me then, carelessly, beneath the scrawping and stabbing of her. After some silence she whispered, " I've got a secret I want to tell you Dick."My mind went into a spin, " O K" I said softly.There was a silence before her lips came to my ear, " I've been wishing you were my Dad for some time."My mind went into a whirl but I realised I needed to respond. " I've also been wishing that too Denise." Oh that's cool, So will you be my Dad?" I can only be your Dad if it's a total secret between you and me Denise." I said softly.She looked deep into me and her face. 3 hours later they took an exit and stopped at the first gas station again to fill their gas tank. A little further on, they had booked a hotel where they would sleep the nigh overt but first going somewhere where they can find food and went to a pita tent.The Bikers treated her really like their dear Biker slut, nothing she came to short and the wine flowed. Also in the pita tent the Bikers could not stay away from her.She had no more bra on so her big tits were very visible and her nipples. She was enthusiastic today, but would it last when things got difficult? I was becoming excited that I might be able to help them get their life and their bodies in better shape. I would be making a worthwhile effort with possibly some personal benefits along the way. I should explain. I haven’t always been five-ten, a hundred and seventy pounds. Once I weighed well over two hundred and decided to do something about it. My twenty-fifth birthday present to myself was to get in shape. I succeeded.