I've also always have had a soft spot for bikers. The way they look and how masculine they act and the mustaches some of them have, just turn me on so...much. I have continously fantasized and dreamed about meeting a 50 or so year old biker with an incredibly sexy mustache and a hugh cock dominate me. Even as writing this I got a hard on thinking about it.The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on. " She smiled to herself as she poured her first cup of coffee into her favorite glass mug. Her cigarette dangled from her lips as she ran a bit of cold water into her coffee. She sat at the table, sipping carefully at her coffee, and absently crushed out her first cigarette of the day, already reaching for her second. Lily's fingers deftly stripped the cellophane from the fresh pack. A light knock at the door startled Lily. She dropped the half-open pack, and her gaze snapped up to the window. ’ Lisa looked at him and said ‘Hi Robert, when did you get home?’ Sherri tried to clean Lisa’s face with the towel and was having trouble, there were tears in her eyes. Lisa turned back to Sherri and said ‘He hit me, and then he drug me back up and hit me again, then on top of me hitting me, he wouldn’t stop.’ she said. ‘He kept asking if that felt good, calling me a fucking bitch.’ ‘It’s going to be OK, the Doctor is coming, and your safe here.’ said Sherri. ‘We will take care of you.’ . I couldn't hide this any more so I had a goodgrope there was nothing but a flat stomach, my pants where stretched acrossmy now wide hips. I heard the other guy laughing as he left the room, heshouted back "nice ass shorty"In a panic I walked quickly to the only stall in the room. My steps weremaking clicking sounds, my pelvic movements just felt weird. Then I feltsomething creeping round my chest area and over both my shoulders.I shut the door and took a deep breath and then looked down again,.