I pulled into their clubhouse when one of the member got off their bikes at the gate and confronted me. He was a white man about 6' 1" with a shaved h...ad an tattoos all over his arms. His 'Cut' or what you might call a vest, had several patch's all rectangle, about an inch wide and four inches long. One said Their club name "Reapers MC" Above the patch that stated "Sgt. At Arms" on the left Hand side of the upper part of the chest. On the right one bigger than the others about two inches. I clenched my fists in silent fury as two months of work flashed before my eyes. I tensed—I didn’t know what I was going to do, but it was going to be violent.Trip put a hand on my arm. “No! I’ll handle this,” he said. With an act of will, he calmed himself and turned back to Petrewski. “There must be some kind of mix-up,” he said. “These houses are zoned residential. I haven’t filed an application with your office. I don’t need a beer license—”“If you want to serve beer—”The last of Trip’s. That’s when she thought she heard a noise. A light whine maybe? The girl’s heart skipped a beat. She moved to the bedroom door and pressed her ear against it, listening out into the hall. Another noise came. Definitely a moan. It was from Hazel. Elsie’s first thought was that the woman was masturbating. She held her breath and cracked the door open, not wanting to make a sound. Her breath was quivering as she exhaled. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be listening in, but the thrill of voyeurism. She can now see that my dick is hardening through my shorts, she asks if that's her fault, I told her it was, and that I may need a hand in resolving the issue. She tells me to get in her car, and pulls in beside my truck which is the secluded side of the parking lot. She says I can touch her boobs, but nothing else as that is for her husband. I explained that I am married as well, my wife know that I love to look and allows touching on occasion. She asked for me to pull out my dick, it is.