The Bikers started the engines and left further south.3 hours later they took an exit and stopped at the first gas station again to fill their gas tan.... 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. I could not thrust at even a moderate speed. The best that I could manage was a slow, powerful thrust, moving from nearly out of her completely to stubbornly pushing into her until my cock hit bottom.There is a difference, really, between the light, lightning fast thrusts of young men, and the extra slow but extremely powerful thrusts of older men. There is a driving force that tells the woman that this man is taking her completely and fully, that she is feeling his power and strength as a man. Gasping for air I tried desperately to stifle my cries as I exploded into a head shaking, mind-numbing vortex, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.In a daze of post-orgasmic bliss; I lay there, limp, flushed with arousal, unable to believe how easily I’d come.I was still glowing as the masseurs left, but couldn’t wait to tell Jack everything.“I heard you. It was torture,” he said. “It took all of my will not to get hard in front of my masseur.”Pulling me close, he. I could only imagine the tails of her instrument of divine torture striking against the thigh of her trousers as she surveyed her helpless victim."One for each year, Rachel."Her whisper carried so much weight. I winced before she even landed her first blow, wondering if it would be too much even for me? I shouldn’t have worried, I realized later. After all, she meant this as a gift. Still, the fear was as much a part of it as the pain and the pleasure."One."The blow wasn’t as hard as I might.