.." she started doubtfully."Look," he said in a low and impatient voice while pushing her out the door, "just go fuck the guy, okay. Give him some pus...y for a while and we'll be rolling in dough."Dispirited and once again feeling debased, Denise walked reluctantly to the car and slid into the rear seat. Robert closed the door, walked to the driver's side and got behind the wheel."We'll be at the airport in less than twenty minutes," he said as the sun finally disappeared in a brilliant. "I didn't invite you and I don't know any quiet clubs up here yet," I said."Unless you like Willie Nelson there are none," Simon said. "Hold on how are you fixed for balls?" What the hell do you mean?" I asked."There is a biker bar out on the road by the county sports complex. They only sell beer and dope, but they say it is lively. I am pretty sure they won't like a cop as a customer." he said."Simon, why don't you come pick me up and we won't tell them what I do?" I figure I would see how he. A few weeks beforeshe'd found a modest two piece swimsuit with pockets in the top. Sheput it on and dropped her forms into the pockets. "Not bad" She thoughtlooking in the mirror smoothing down her sides and breasts. It was amodest suit, but she could be more daring once she had her own breasts. The top doubled as a tank and she put on the bottoms tucked herselfsecurely and then a pair of denim short shorts. With flip flops on shereturned to the bathroom to wrestle with her hair, corralling. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathingheavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was morning,my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further upwards andmoved close. His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then biton each of them as I struggled to remain quiet. He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed upand down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not makea sound..