She showed a bit of anger and was still laughing . I was holding her against the wall and was holding her hands .She asked me please Vicky let me clea...n the ice cream leave my hands its-its cold.Ohh I won’tShe started pleading.Vikky please its cold and you are hurting my hand .I looked into her eyes there were tears in her eyes as I was holding her hand very tight. I loosened the grip and she was still standing there I was still looking at her.She was looking too cute with cream on her cheeks. “down the hall and to the left. Enjoy” she added. I hit the left and go inside a big door with all kinds of warnings on it. Inside was a hallway with rows of doors on each side. People were comin out of the various doors goin in to other doors. It as kinda weird. I opened one up and looked in and there was a chair some towels and a video screen with some bitch getting nailed on it. I went farther down the hall to check the other booths and there were more guys comin out. Mostly brothas I. Three days and I haven't heard a thing. Do I call? Is that too needy? I hate this stuff. Why can't it be more simple? If I want to call, I should just call. Right? Dammit. But I told her to call me if she needed something. What if she's dead? I should just- His phone rang to sudden, heart-stopping life as his hand hovered over it. "Jesus fucking Christ!" David yelled. He answered the call with a frantic swipe when he saw who it was. "Kelly?" He could feel his heart hammering against his chest.. Then I went shopping for a bike.I went at first looking at choppers. I have always loved those. I found a Big Dawg shop and fell in love with those sleek styles; those big fat tires, that deafening rumble. I swear my dick got hard! Then I saw the price tag for a new one. OK, let's go somewhere else.That's when I met Matt. He was a rugged looking salesman for Harley-Davidson. I told him what I was looking for and he sat me on a Softtail Classic. As stock, it looked kind of bland but the.