Almost. Scared or not, I expected to like it once Iarrived.Once there, I felt okay, and immediately suggested we undress. I then took his cock in my h...and, and he seemed surprised, but pleased. He was former military, (so many are) who said he wanted to treat me just like a woman: kissing, licking, caressing, rimming. That was an exciting and unexpected thrill. And of course we fucked. I loved it. I sucked him until he was ready to fuck. I felt like I could have done that for hours. Then he held. ? There were no windows anywhere and the onlyway in or out of the cell was through a heavy steel door in the front, whichcontained a miniature peephole, which was accessible only from the outside.Both girls had their hands cuffed securely behind their backs and were tetheredto a side wall by a five-foot length of high tensile chain, which served toseverely minimize their movements inside the cells.? The chain itself was attached to a tightlylocked stainless steel collar fastened around their. Taking her into his arms, he gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head before taking a piece of sinew himself to help catch some fish. His hand shook as he tried to get used to the feeling of calm wash over him once more, flushing out the fear and the cold sweep of panic. Was this how his older brother’s had felt about him? Whenever he had managed to disappear into the fields, and his brothers had found him, their expressions had been taut with worry even through the stern façade and the. I was determined to enjoy myself.We lucked into a red Camaro convertible from Mr. Hertz. Just a half-hour drive up to Sturgis. Bikers here, there, and everywhere. Riding in huge, noisy packs. Solos. Sidecars, three-wheelers, every gaudy paint job you could imagine.So many beards. Leather? A gigantic S & M convention.But it didn’t feel menacing, not in the least. We didn’t put the top up for the entire four days.We were stopped at the entrance to the Hills RV Park. Two polite boys, in their 20s,.