As I lay there thinking about the night before I was surprised at how many new sexual experiences I had in one night. I sucked dick last night. Not on...y that but I got fucked too. I knew I wasn't gay but the fact that I enjoyed having her hard cock buried in my ass had opened up a world of sexual possibilities that I had never even contemplated. I wasn't sure what it meant but I knew that I would like to discover more it.I was shaken out of my reminiscing by the sudden ringing of my cell phone.. So as Mr. Clark picked up the phone to call his wife, I returned to my office, straightened out my desk, turned off my computer and drove home. And all the while I was thinking, "What have I done?!" I kept asking myself that same question, over and over.I had been living alone in a small apartment since my divorce three years ago. My husband had fallen for his secretary and left me after just one year of marriage. I had been devastated. I was so mad at him and men in general that I had not been. No one cared who was a rich weekend rider, and who basically lived on their bikes, or in a trailer somewhere. Anyone into power sex and bikes was welcome—as long as they payed their bills. Most of the girls didn't even know they were slaves. They viewed themselves as 'biker chicks.' They were usually picked up hitch hiking. Many of the teens were runaways or throwaways. Most had at least one tat. They viewed themselves as trading sex for food and shelter. They viewed it as survival sex, so the. She would have to do something big to clear the minds of the many. Picking a high ranking duke, she knew this was a trap and had just the demonstration for him, as he seemed to be the biggest nay sayer against her. That night, she moved through the darkness soundlessly as she approached the Duke's residence. Her small, lithe body molding into the shadows, as if she were darkness itself. Stopping outside the walls around his manor, she switched on her holo imager and the image of the guard at.