Though in the case of the previous leader of the whore operation, I made sure." Ha! What do you know of it? When they found him, there were no tracks ...or anything. Had a been we'd have recovered them whores with no problem." The leader said."I know, I cut his sex off him, stuffed it in his sick mouth. Had I time, I might have tied him for the stallions to mount, though there wasn't." Looking at their leader, the blonde man continued, "I might if there is time, to you, got no bones 'bout it. I. " "I don't care," I said defiantly, "I love it." Lenny had left school as soon as he could and became a mechanic, focusingon motor bikes. Now, at twenty-eight, he owned a small Ducati dealership, rodebikes all the time while dressed in his brand new red leathers and black helmet.He and his friends would take off on weekend jaunts across the channel andride through France or Spain , leaving me behind in dreary London . I didn'tlike his friends much, all lads who swilled lager and whistling at. She said punching my arm, making me instantly feeling like shit. “Got me to change my life. So I got a personal trainer, boob job, contacts, braces, diet and surprisingly...well you see the results.” she said smiling. “I soon found it interesting how guys were begging me to go out and kept buying me shit just because of how i looked.” she said laughing. “That became addicting and also fun, the shit I use to do. Or think I had to do to get a guys attention soon turned into making guys do stuff. ” I looked down and gazed on her slim body with her small, firm breasts right there inches from my eyes. I could see down as far as her nipples. This was only a pretext, I realized, to allow me to see her womanhood.“Uhh… yeah, no problem,” I gulped. She knew I wanted her, wanted her so bad that I ached. She turned to walk away and the towel slid from her youthful body. I saw everything: her silky smooth legs, her soft pubic fur, her tight stomach, her round, firm.