The silky smooth material of his purple gloves created sensations she had never felt before, and she found herself wondering how those same gloved fin...gers would feel rubbing against her clit. The Joker must have been thinking the same thing, because one of his hands was gliding down her thigh and hiking up the short skirt. Before Stacy could plead once more his fingers were there, rubbing the length of her slit through the thin material of her panties. The friction of the cloth on her. The idea of being dominated in such a way always got me hard. I started rubbing myself through my jeans.I looked up at the clock. 11:00am. The girls were both at work and neither of them would be back until late afternoon.I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper, then pulled my penis through the hole at the front of my underwear. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed it gently a few times and then tugged on it at a slow rhythm. The video continued. The woman was wearing tight leather. The flag flapping from the roof, gave it away. It had been a few years since I bumped into anyone there. I climbed a tree to see over the fence. What I saw was, dozens of wrecked cars around the yard and a biker doing some work on some motorbikes. Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back memories of better times. So my activities after school now for about a week was to, go home finger myself and the ride my bike to the club, and watch from up this tree. It was always the same biker. Yer can always tell a woman that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t, cause they’re far less uptight.” Tex reported with a horny look in his eyes. With a salacious grin he concluded, “thing is, women need to have their pussies well-oiled to keep them happy.”“Oh?” was all Sam could manage.“I regularly offer a ‘double service’ to my, mostly female customers. They love it, and, well… pussy is pussy, so how can I refuse,” he stated with bravado.“What about Gail?” she replied.After a laugh Tex.