”“Friend of yours?” I inquired dryly. “Some fucking boys are so inconsiderate,” she replied bitterly. “Y’know, my dad’s a black belt. ...Karate. I could, like, stick him on people.”I shrugged. “That is the white dad stereotype,” I replied. I hunched over and mimed holding a shotgun. “If yew ever come near mah daughter…” I continued in a terrible Southern accent.That was the closest I came to seeing a genuine smile from Taylor the whole night. She composed herself. “Anyway, like, some guys are. My ass was bared and a butt plug put in my ass also. We were lifted onto bikes and off they went. The vibrations of the bikes and road were stimulating as it was, but with a butt plug the sensation was much different. The front of my jeans were soaked within a few kilometers, it was one continual orgasm. I looked at Milan, her eyes were closed and she was trembling in euphoric bliss. The bitch who was driving the bike I was on pulled over as did three others, Milan and the rest continued on.. " You don't have his number, or his name," said Joan. "So I don't think you have much of a chance with him." Oh, I've got his number," answered Judy with a huge smile as she pointed to a big magnet stuck to the front of the refrigerator. It was a red square with a white cross in the middle of it and the words 'Snow Rescue' above and below the cross in big white letters. Across the bottom of the square in slightly smaller letters were three phone numbers which were labeled, Office, Lift Area,. It wasn't long and he, I called him 'Slave Boy', walked in the door. I was standing in my living room waiting. I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else. Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off. He did. Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked. What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had. He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.Since I have a thing for guys in.