"Okay,Sheena, or Donald, or who ever you are: what the fuck's going on?"The blonde shrugged. "You know how it is, darling..." I didn't nor did Iget a ...hance to find out because Andrea reappeared at that moment.3. Sheena!Well there you are... Donald/Sheena was back in my life with a vengeanceand I was still looking out for him/her.Over the next few weeks, while Andrea and I were laying the final plansfor our wedding I found out just how little had changed: the orphanagewas still there, only it. "Okay, now his hands on her waist and her hands on his shoulders," he ordered.He took that one and told us to get closer.We inched towards each other and the tip of my cock touched her abdomen. She took a deep breath."Yes!" he called. "Push pretty titties up at his face and lean upper body back a little," he called. "Keep big penis touching her, Bobby."I felt my hands take her weight as she leaned away from me with her upper body, and pushed her lower body against my prick. I felt it slipping. Strip," she ordered, "robe off, show the goodies."I stripped off, and she led me into the hallway, turning me around, locking leather straps around my arms, plus a waist strap that had a loose strap that went between my legs, fastening behind me. She enclosed my wrists in leather cuffs, fastened also behind me. The ankles were also cuffed and then ankle cuffs were joined to my wrist cuffs with a short metal chain, forcing me into a kneeling position.I tried moving, but was unable to move more. She walked behind me and allowed her fingers to trail across my back as she did. She then stood next to my Electra Glide that was parked in the back of the garage and admired the paint and chrome. "So tell me. Have you ever done some girl on your bike?" she shyly asked. "Nope, none of my girlfriends ever wanted to try it." "I'd like to try it," she stated and downcast her eyes." I could believe my ears and stood up and approached her. "What did you say?" I asked. "I said I want you to do me on.