Savita looked around in a panic and spotted something in the distance.Savita: I think there is something behind that mantle.Her captor looked behind t...e mantle and found a safe.Captor: I thought you had never been here.Savita: It was just a guess.Captor: Tell me the code for this.Savita: Maybe…the street address?Savita wiggled about silently and loosened her restraints. She kept giving her captor bogus safe codes to try and stall for time. She wormed her way out of her loose sari and got off. It was a decadent mouthful as I sucked on his cock head and inched my lips down the shaft. I was fully into my happy place now and enjoying his cock to the fullest. I had to open my mouth wide to take him in and felt his head pushing past my tonsils and into my throat. I knew it would be a challenge not to gag as it went deeper so I concentrated on my breathing and relaxed as much as possible.I moved my hungrily sucking mouth up and down his shaft taking him deeper and deeper. Maybe a little. " Harold ... You are going to get some of the Harley Davidson's clothes,.right ... like their shirts with the dealers name on them? and a good pair of denim trousers and a black leather jacket?" Heck yeah Ella, that is part of biking, wearing good jeans and fancy shirts that tell the world I am a biker."Later at supper."So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face and yeah the macho image of. “Do you have a license?”“You have to work three years before you can get an agency license. I’ve served two under Lars,” she answered.“I meant a driver’s license,” I said. You needn’t have been around the block a few times for me to be interested, but you do need a license.“Oh, of course.”“Good. As soon as I can get out of here, your first job is to drive Maizie and me back to Seattle. I’m not leaving my Mustang in Las Vegas. It’s like a bad joke.” She laughed, but nodded her head.“I can do.