Chaz sat alone on the couch, looking awkward."Ready to go?" I asked."Let me finish my drink," he responded, holding up a red Dixie cup that was 2/3rd ...ull. I sighed and sat down on the other end of the couch, knowing Chaz liked to nurse his drinks.I looked around the room, trying not feel like a gawker, although to be honest, I don't think anyone cared they were being watched. Guys were kissing everywhere I looked. Except in the corner, where one guy in an easy chair was getting a blow job from. Chopra was running her hands over my bottom and she was telling me what a luscious, little bottom I had, and then I felt her sliding her hand down and stroking me between my legs.I'll admit it. I just couldn't help moaning as she stroked me there but at that moment, all I could think about was what Mrs. Chopra's hand was doing to me.I felt Mrs. Chopra pull her hand back from between my legs. Again, she stroked my bottom and then she squeezed it hard. She let it go and then just as abruptly, she. As I exploded in her pussy, I laid down and Patricia pulled me back up saying oh no you're still hard, I am going to continue rising you until you're soft and I still won't be done with your body!So once I was finally soft. Patricia told me that I could rest, while she told that as for me being her sex slave I must know the rules. 1. When you are in my home, you are not allowed to wear clothes. 2. Your complete body belongs to me.3. You are to please my intense sexual desires. Is that. We could hear why before we could see the motorcycles coming up the road. It sounded like more than a dozen. I called Amy on the radio and asked what she could see. Brenda called back that there were at least eight motorcycles four across two deep coming up the road making enough dust to mask any others that might be following them. I told both Brenda and Amy to take out the middle two cycles. There was a short pause followed by two shots so close together that if you did not know two people.