.. Except it was an already empty bottle from the trash. It seemed to take forever for the house to become quiet. As I reclined in the chair waiting ...to see if anything was going to happen, again I found it hard to concentrate due to the stiffness in my pants; precum soaking the crotch. I waited, and waited, and heard nothing. Perhaps it had all been my nasty imagination, I thought, as I sat there in the dark.I didn't know when sleep took me, but I woke with a start, and decided that if my wife. She is stunning lady when she walks men and some women look around. I went to her home one day before we are to leave. She greeted me by hug. We talked about some topics and watched bit TV. She showed me room and she went to her room. In the morning we had breakfast. We got in the plane and went to Pakistan. There they took us to hotel. Everyone was assigned room. It was one room for us. We took the luggage into the room. There was only one bed in the room. It was big bed but still one. I felt. The bikermantra is brotherhood. Every brother supports every other brother, nomatter what. Unless of course they breach the by-laws.There were about twenty bikes parked in the yard at the Beasts of Burdenclubhouse and Cassie reckoned she knew who owned every one of them.Cassie took a deep breath and rode into the fenced-in yard and stoppedright next to the clubhouse. She revved her engine loud and hard and theperplexed looking probie, keeping anybody who shouldn't be there out ofchurch and. He couldnt help but take in her beauty, she was thin, but had a curvy ass and almost oversized looking tits, she was dressed in the pair of old cowgirl boots he'd noted earlier and a short denim skirt and blouse.He nodded, "what evers good", she spun easily on her heels and walked back to the bar.Ambling over, Lucas sat as far away from the already drunk older man and kept to himself.The bar girl pored him a shot of something good and as he threw it back he noticed her looking him up and.