I walked to the coffee shop and grabbed a large regular. My gait was, by necessity, a bit like a cowboy as I was wearing my head-to-toe black leathers.... My jacket was thick cow-hide and the chaps, belted at my waist, made a neat triangle around the front of my jeans and then encased my legs all the way to my black leather parade boots.I headed back to the bike and leaned against the seat as I sipped on my coffee.A diminutive looking man sitting in the Audi at my back glanced sideways at me as I. She would close her eyes and picture Eli and Cindy fucking or Jim standing in front of her, his cock hidden beneathe board shorts only inches from her watering mouth. She would let one hand slide under the waistband of her panties and caress her velvety mound, small circles around her clit. While with her other hand she would tease her ample tits, plying her tender nipples. Her breathing gradually deepened as her gentle ministrations became more insistent and earnest.Jenna would picture Eli’s. She never got used to the ordeal but learned to live with it.Of course, there wasn’t any mystery when they saw her pulling up to the house in a pickup on a Sunday morning. Everyone in town knew Junior’s pickup and no one would have supposed that they’d just come from church. At least it showed he treated her better than he used to.As a practical matter, she knew that there were hardly any eyes on her. No one cared about the little spur of a road without sidewalks just over the tracks from the. ...just you standing there naked and open waiting for something – anything - EVERYTHING. What seems like hours has passed but in truth it is only a minute or 3 then a smack on your ass and a voice says –“torture isn’t it?” Just as quickly 4 more strikes across your ass followed by some well placed smacks on your wet pussy. Now you understand the lengths he will go to, you understand what real torture is to you. “Do not move or make a sound your father and mother are right outside the door.” You.