Deep slumber returns, a welcome respite from having to decide things for yourself. You feel hands moving to the straps of your nightie, gently shoving...them down your shoulders. The flimsy garment is suddenly around your waist, and when the hands return to your breasts, they find bare flesh. Their touch is at once arousing and comforting, and once again you move your head back so that your face rubs against the soft hair of a beard….. A hand moves from your bare breast to your chin, and tilts. The saucy tart had strutted right up in front ofthe window and was twisting her ass from side to side in her short pleatedskirt. She seemed to be rubbing her thighs but, with great effort, drew forth afew coins that she looked at with a disappointed stare. Theballs had been racked and Tanya was called back to the table. Reluctantly sheturned away from the window and took her shot. She scattered the balls but theoutcome did not look good. Preppy made four easy shots leaving her with nooptions. “Not really motorcycling weather.”I chuckled. “Any weather is motorcycling weather when that’s the only transport you’ve got. It could be worse. It could be raining, snowing, hailing or foggy. I wouldn’t have set out if there was a real chance of snow or ice.”“Can I interest you in a drop of whisky?”“You certainly can!”“This way, then. You can leave your oversuit and outer layers in the cloakroom. Scotch, Irish or bourbon?”“Um ... Scotch would be good – but the good stuff is wasted on. I feel a sharp cold object touch my face. Would you like to see whats going on? I move my head up and down. The blind fold was cut off of my face. I saw a young man who looked to be early 20s. Hair, dark brown and short. He was at least 6 feet tall. He had a dragon tattoo on his chest. He was naked and his cock lay limp in front of me. It was 6 just limped. I was still a virgin but I had seen a lot of porn in my time. He took the knife and cut the strings down the middle of my corset. My boobs.