At exactly 8 she entered the store. She was wearing knee high light brown boots, a wrap skirt in a tweedy-type fabric, an off-white silk blouse, and a... brown leather biker jacket. He watched from his semi-hidden spot as she went to the line and ordered a skinny vanilla latte. She hadn’t noticed him and stood with her back to him as she waited for the barista to make her drink. He noticed that she was fidgeting considerably, her hands seemed to twist together and then go to her chest or to tap on. "Susan Celia Rowe, the rod has called upon you for conference of the eleventh order of the Sisterhood of the power of Lesbos. Do you accept the call?" Jane asked, solemnly.Tears sprang to Susan's eyes. She fought for her composure."Do you accept the call?" Jane repeated.Susan forced herself to take a deep breath. She released her towel and stepped nude to the head of the row."I accept." Susan said, solemnly, shaking on her legs."Then step forth and present yourself to begin the order of. The bikers bought Granny a shot of whiskey with a beer chaser and an orange juice for me. Then one of them asked her how much I charged for a straight fuck. Granny told him that she was the best two-dollar whore that he ever rode. He laughed and said, “Two dollars.” Granny said, “Or two rides for ten dollars.” That just made them laugh even more. Then the three of them slapped ten dollar bills onto the bar in front of me. Each one wanted to ride Granny twice.I watched as my grandmother stripped. He then bent her over the end of a chair and went to town on her pussy. For a change Dawn seemed satisfied with one of her conquests. She looked back,"Slap my ass you bastard. Fuck me hard. Hey Ted, is the old lady giving it to you?" I assured her she was doing great. I came first and let her continue pleasuring herself, a faraway smile on her face. Over at the chair, Farmer John was smacking Dawn's ass and ramming his cock up into her. Her butt was bright red, but I heard the unmistakable.