They ended up at a state park dedicated solely to motorcycles. Passing the parking lot and driving down a paved walkway, they headed into the park thr...ugh the woods. Finally, they stopped and parked next to probably sixty to seventy other bikes. When they got off, Bill told her that many of the bikers called him by his nickname. The Kid.She smirked to herself, thinking that he was anything but a kid. Just as they approached the group of partiers, Bill put his arm around her waist and pulled her. By the morning of the interview, the conservatively dressed soon-to-be married couple was on jagged nerves as they drove up to the tall sturdy gate of Shrewswood Terrace and they announced their names and showed identification to the two guards. Their appointment was confirmed and they were directed to the first large house on the left, which was the Association office.There was no one waiting for them inside the office, but Pete quickly noticed that there was a printed sign on a door bidding. "Did you remember to bring any toys?" Stephen smiled, running his warm hand over the flat of her stomach.The bound blonde did indeed remember some of her toys, including a vibrator that she was particularly fond of; a neon purple one with a smaller egg vibrator that would rest against her clit. It would drive her into orgasm again and again. A pair of leather cuffs, padlocks, a leather collar and a ballgag finished up the list. She had never been a scout, but she was always was prepared on. I wanted more - I wanted my cock inside her hot Italian pussy, planting another baby to swing in the Ricci Family Tree.Sienna was lying on the bed, stretched out on her right side, her head resting on her hand as she propped up, her eyes met mine when I looked toward her. She smiled when I reached down to grab Rosella’s upper arms and pull her to her feet.Rosella came at me with her mouth slick with her saliva and my pre-cum. She locked her full, sultry lips onto my mouth for an instant, until.