Looking out the window, they were virtually indistinguishable in black motorbike full-face helmets; leather jackets (both Amy’s), boots and blue jea...ns. Inside, after they had pulled off the helmets, jackets and boots, they kissed, topless, rubbing upturned bare breasts together. Dad’s cock sprang to attention in my tiny hands – he really didn’t know where to look: his daughter who he desperately wanted to fuck or Amy who he had fucked yesterday. Alia worsened the problem for him by undoing. I’ll catch up with you later.”Jim walked over to where Tiffany was sitting at the bar and the rest is written elsewhere, so I won’t repeat it here, except to say that Jim was very surprised to find that a bar in a Red Roof actually stocked Plymouth Gin. In fact, this was the only Red Roof he’d ever stayed at that even HAD a bar.At any rate, after an extremely pleasurable time spent with Tiff and her handsome (and well hung) hubby, during which Jim had done a little mental nudging to help make. I figured I should follow my regular routine, it'll look less suspicious when I disappeared.The work shift was boring as hell, as usual. It was dark when I got off. Frank, the sweet security guard insisted on walking me to my car. It was a new policy of the company. All female employees will be escorted to their cars by security after dark. As I got to my car I saw a white van with out of state plates was parked next to my car. I couldn't shake Frank off until I was safely in my car. I was. “Supervise...” she agreed, running her gaze down the god’s rippling physique.Ah... the god thought. That kind of supervision.Hypnos thought about it ... Did he mind, even for a short time, being bound to this mortal woman in such an intimate way? Being subject to her rules?Mariah sipped her cup and watched his expression, her ultimatum made.He considered a moment longer. Then, as he was about to answer, the god felt a sudden ping on the edge of his consciousness, and he felt an.