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Tim had been driving for a long time that day. He had gotten a very earlystart (for him) and it was now almost dark. He was having trouble keeping hiseyes open. He thought he would need to start looking for a hotel. He was alittle worried that it might take a while since he was going through an areawith few larger towns, but he had hardly started looking when he saw a littleold fashioned looking motel to his right. It was small but didn't look in toobad repair. The sign bragged that they had television and air conditioningin all rooms. Tim figured it would be cheap and as long as it had clean sheetsand there weren't bugs he didn't care where he slept. He pulled into the largegravel parking lot shared by the hotel and the tavern next door. He parkednear the office. The red sign said "Vacancies", though only "cancies" stilllit up. There were only 2 cars there and maybe 10 rooms. Tim looked over atthe bar. It was a small white wooden building overlooked by 3 large silos.There were 2 rusty pickups parked by the door under a Pabst Blue Ribbon sign.It certainly looked like a redneck type of bar. Being kind of shy, Tim wasalways a little leery of going into strange bars. He wasn't a big guy, standingonly about 5' 7" and he was kind of thin. He had found trouble enoughin the bars around college, let alone a dive bar in the middle of nowhere,but he wanted a beer. He figured it would be safe enough, probably a coupleof farmers at the bar watching a ball game. He would keep to himself and nobodywould notice him. He decided to go in for a beer or two before checking inat the motel. If it seemed okay, he might come back for a couple more later.

Inside the place looked about as he imagined. It was dim. There was littledecoration, but a few neon beer lights adorned the walls. A bar ran down theleft side with 8 tall barstools. There was a TV in the left corner of the roomwith a ball game on, though the sound was down. A jukebox was to the rightplaying an old country song. There was a little open space behind the barstools,then 2 tables with chairs, then a pool table. The bathrooms were on the backwall. Another door led out from behind the bar, probably to a storage room.There were 2 guys sitting by each other at the bar. One looked about 40, theother in his late fifties. They looked up when he walked in. They didn't lookespecially friendly, but didn't look threatening either. Tim left 2 empty stoolsbetween them and him and took a seat at the bar. He was relieved to see theyhad Miller on draft as well as the PBR. He ordered a Miller draft. The bartenderasked to see his ID. Tim showed him his license and the bartender got him agiant looking frosted mug. It was only a dollar fifty. Tim gave him 2 dollarsand the bartender set 2 quarters on the bar. Tim left them there. The farmersand the bartender went back to their conversation about the weather or tractorsor whatever (Tim couldn't care less). Tim took a large swig and started torelax. This wasn't so bad. The beer tasted great. A warm beer in a plasticcup would have cost him twice that in the places he was used to. Before heknew it the mug was empty. He sat there a moment staring at the empty mug,thinking he needed to go check in, then asked the bartender for another. Hewas a little surprised that the bartender took his empty mug and put it ina sink then filled him a fresh frosted mug. One of the farmers got up and left.This just gets better, Tim thought. He had a feeling he might be spending quitea bit of the night over here after all. He took a small sip, determined tomake this one last a little longer.

When he first heard the rumbling he thought, ?that guy needs a new mufflerfor his truck.' When it got a little louder he realized it was something else,the sound of several motorcycles. He still had most of his beer left when thebikers started coming into the bar. Two men entered first, big guys with oldjeans, Harley shirts, leather jackets, and beards. Then a stream of them entered,all talking at once, mostly men, but a few women too. Soon the bar seemed packedwith bikers and noise. Tim couldn't believe the change that had happened. Thetables were now full. Men pounded on the bar, everyone wanting drinks. Thejukebox started putting out old hard rock music, which they had the nervousbartender turn up. A pool game started. There was a line at the bathroom. Smellof dirt and sweat. A huge tattooed man sat to Tim's left, cramping Tim over.Tim wanted to go suddenly, but didn't want to run out on a full beer. He startedto drink quicker, thinking he would finish it and then saunter out as if nothingout of the ordinary was going on. Two women came out of the bathroom and satin the two stools to his right. He tried not to even look at them, fearingthat even a glance might get a boyfriend jealous enough to knife him or something,but he couldn't help himself. They were really sexy looking. All skin tightjeans, knee-high leather boots, bare midriff, slutty makeup, lots of cleavage.The exact type of woman Tim was attracted to, but knew he could never have.They both looked to be about thirty. They sat talking to each other, not payingany attention to Tim. Several people came up right behind Tim, yelling at thebartender for drinks. Tim finished his beer and turned in the stool to getup.

He found his way blocked by the huge bikers who were standing directly behindhim. There were two men and a woman waiting for the drinks they had just ordered.He wanted to stand and just squeeze between them, but they didn't make it possible.He could only turn around partway and they were right up against him with noroom at all between them. They didn't step out of his way. Tim cleared histhroat and said nervously, "Umm, excuse me." They didn't move atall, they just continued their loud conversation. They may not have even heardhim. The bartender was setting up the drinks on the bar. Tim's leg was pressedup against the woman to his left who stood between him and the front of thetavern. She was a huge woman, bigger than most of the men in the bar, somewhatoverweight, but very solid looking. She looked like she was in her mid 40'swith a stern face, medium length hair that was black streaked with a littlegray. She wore tight worn blue jeans and a new black Harley T-shirt stretchedvery tight across her large breasts. The men she was talking with were twoof the toughest looking men Tim had ever seen, but she looked even tougher.Tim cleared his throat and tried again. ?Excuse me,? he said a little louder ?Ineed out.?

The woman looked him over, seeming amused. ?Going someplace?? she asked.

?Uh, yeah, I need to get going.? Tim stammered.

?Oh, come on. Stick around a while. The party's just getting started.? Withoutwaiting for Tim to answer she turned toward the bartender. ?Hey, get my friendhere another beer? and a shot,? she said as she clamped her hand down on Tim'sthigh.

?I really should be going.? Tim tried to say but she ignored him. She turnedhis stool back towards the bar. The bartender had finished pouring the shotsshe had ordered before and went to get Tim's beer and shot. She reached aroundTim to grab two shots off the bar and pass them to her friends. As she didher breasts pressed firmly against Tim's shoulder. Tim tried to back away,but the woman on the stool to his right was so close he was only able to movea little before he was shoulder to shoulder with her. She shot him an annoyedlook. When the other woman reached back in for her shot, her breasts pushedeven harder against Tim and there was no more room for him to move. Tim wasembarrassed, but also a little turned on. The group drank their first shotand she traded the empty glasses for the other round still on the bar, againrubbing her breasts against Tim. By this time the bartender had returned withanother beer and Tim's shot. She dropped some money on the bar and took hershot in her left hand. She pushed her way in and the man on the left movedhis stool over to give her room to squeeze in next to Tim.

?Bottom's up,? she said lifting her glass in a gesture to Tim. Tim was gettingvery nervous and wanted out more than ever, but didn't want to offend the bikers.He lifted the shot and smiled weakly at her. They drank the shots at the sametime. Tim made a face and chased his with his beer. She just watched him smiling. ?Myname's Gail,? she said.

?I'm Tim,? he replied after a little pause. She didn't say anything for awhile and Tim took a few more drinks of his beer, not looking back at her.He felt uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him and he was very consciousof her breast still resting against his left shoulder. When he did look backover at her he saw that she was staring down right at his crotch. She let hergaze linger there, then looked up to meet his eyes. She had a mischievous smileon her face. ?Uh-oh,? Tim thought, ?she really is coming on to me.? He hadbeen getting that feeling, but didn't really believe it since she was so mucholder than he, and so much bigger too. He was sometimes attracted to tall women,but it seemed to him that they always were attracted to men as tall as theywere. He also had the older woman fantasy, like most guys, but it was alwaysa really classy older woman in his fantasy. Gail wasn't the type of woman hewas looking for at all. He liked really feminine looking women, usually onthe slutty side. He liked short skirts, cleavage, and lots of makeup. Gailwasn't that type. She did have big breasts, but otherwise there wasn't muchfeminine about her. She may be a slut in practice, but didn't dress like aslut really. He was a little flattered, but mostly afraid. He picked up hisbeer and took a couple of swigs. It was now half gone. He thought he wouldbe able to finish it quickly and get the hell out of here before things gotany worse. As if she knew what he was thinking, just then she ordered herselfand him another shot. ?No really, you shouldn't get me another.? Tim protested.

?That's okay. I insist.? she said, ?You can get the next ones.? Tim triedto turn in his stool to get up again, but Gail put her right hand down firmlyon his thigh and held him in place. He could feel the strength of her gripas he struggled to turn. She squeezed hard enough to hurt a little and he wasn'table to turn himself. He stopped struggling and picked up his beer again. Gailsmiled at him and relaxed her grip, but still let her hand rest on his thigh,uncomfortably close to his crotch. In spite of himself, he was starting toget a little turned on. He had enjoyed the way her breast felt rubbing againsthim. Her hand resting on his bare thigh gave him a nervous thrill. Soon thebartender was back with two more shots. They drank the other shots of whiskeyand Tim chased his with his beer again, which was now almost gone.

The two women who were sitting next to Tim got up and went to the restroom.One of Gail's friends took the seat next to Tim. He pushed the chair back someand sat turned so that he could talk with the other friend who still stooddirectly behind Tim, who was now right between the three of them, and morenervous than ever. Gail had taken her hand off of his thigh, but now her armwas around his waist. It made him feel trapped. ?It feels good to relax a while,? theguy sitting said, ?We rode a long way today.?

?Yeah, I'm a little tired,? said the other biker, stretching his back.

?I like a long ride like that?? put in Gail, ?it gets me horny.? Her friendsboth laughed, but Tim blushed and looked down. The shots arrived and they drankthem down. Tim was beginning to feel a good buzz after 3 beers and 2 shotsin so short a time. Though he liked to drink beer, he rarely drank hard liquorbecause he couldn't handle it well. He always got too drunk too fast. Tim triedagain to excuse himself muttering he needed to get going.

The biker sitting next to Tim said, ?When a lady buys you a drink, it's onlypolite to return the favor. You aren't going to be rude, are you?? He saidit mildly enough, but Tim could sense an underlying menace coming from him.

?Uh, no, of course not,? Tim stammered, ?I'll gladly buy her whatever shewants, I just don't need anymore now. I'll pay for her drinks and get going.? Hewas still hoping to get out of there. He really didn't mind paying for herdrinks, at this point he would gladly give them everything in his wallet toget out of there (most of his money was still hidden in his car anyway).

Gail laughed, ?You have to drink with me or it doesn't count,? she said, ?butthat's okay, I'm good right now too. We'll hang around a while and have anotherround later.? Tim realized he wasn't getting anywhere by arguing so he justkept quiet. The two women who had been sitting at the bar before had come outof the ladies room and were dancing with each other in the middle of the bar. ?Let'sdance,? Gail said, ?that will work up our thirsts.?

?Oh, no thanks.? Tim tried to say as she grabbed his hands and pulled himoff the stool. ?I'm not really much of a dancer,? he continued as she effortlesslydragged him to the middle of the room. He was amazed at her size and strength.She hadn't even seemed to notice that he was struggling not to come with her.The other two dancers made some room smiling at Tim and Gail. Gail held onto his hands and began dancing, simply but with good rhythm. When Tim beganto dance as well and she thought he wasn't going to try to run off she releasedhis hands. Now that he was standing he realized just how big Gail really was.He came up to her shoulders and his face was even with her breasts. Peoplewere watching them and he felt embarrassed. He hadn't been lying. Though heenjoyed it, he really wasn't much of a dancer. Tim did his best however andGail didn't seem to mind. By the end of the song, he was relaxing a little.He scanned the room and although there were lots of guys ringed around them,nobody seemed to be paying attention to them anymore. He stole a glance atthe two girls dancing next to him, who were dancing very seductively. Therewasn't much room for dancing and they occasionally bumped up against him. Hewas feeling the drinks even more and began to let go and get more into dancingas the next song began. He looked back to Gail and found that he was staringright into her bouncing tits, which were at his eye level. He looked up ather face and she smiled at him. Just then a big heavyset guy barged throughon his way to the bathroom. His shoulder pushed Tim right into Gail and hecontinued on without even looking back. Tim's face was shoved right into Gail'sbreasts for a few seconds. When the guy had passed, Tim pushed himself backfrom her chest blushing and stammering an apology.

?That's okay,? Gail said still smiling. They kept dancing for the rest ofthe song. Gail kept dancing closer and closer to Tim, so that her breasts werevery close to his face. He tried to back up some, but the guys behind him didn'tgive him much room. He kept staring into her huge tits and was getting turnedon. He had liked the way they felt against his face and with his beer goggleson Gail was starting to look a little better to him. He was starting to thinkthat maybe this wasn't so bad after all. He was probably not being fair tothe bikers. They were probably just normal people out for some fun who justhappened to like to ride motorcycles. That didn't make them a gang or anything.If they weren't dangerous there was no reason for him not to just try and havesome fun. He didn't know anyone around here, so even if Gail wasn't that greatlooking, nobody he knew would ever find out about it. Why not go along withher? He watched her tits bounce, remembering how they felt against his faceand his shoulder before and he started getting a hard-on. Gail stepped a littlecloser so they were almost touching his face again and he looked up into hereyes. This time he returned her smile. Then she stuck out her chest and slowlyrubbed one tit across his face, and then the other. He didn't try to pull away,just enjoyed the feeling. Somebody whistled, and he was a little embarrassedagain, but tried to ignore it. She backed up a little and winked at him. Hesmiled and looked down.

?Come on,? she said taking him by the hand, ?I'm about ready for that drinknow.? Tim followed her to the bar. Gail's two friends were sitting at theirseats, but one of them got up when Gail and Tim approached. Tim got out hiswallet and stood at the bar to order. He jumped a little when Gail grabbedhis butt and squeezed. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breastsrubbing against his back again, ?You order for us, I'll be right back.? Shewent to the restroom and Tim ordered 2 beers and 4 shots of whiskey while shewas gone. Gail's friends watched Tim silently as he waited for the drinks.Somehow he didn't feel as threatened by them now. One of them told him to goahead and sit down. Tim sat back on the barstool and waited.

The drinks had arrived by the time Gail returned. Again, she squeezed in tostand beside him, though she seemed even closer than before. Her tit restedagainst his left shoulder. They did the first shot. It went down easier forTim than the other two had. Then they sipped at the beers and talked a little.Tim told her about how he was driving to California where he had a summer jobwaiting working for his aunt. He was going back to college for his fourth yearafter that. Gail kept rubbing her tit against Tim's shoulder as they talkedand occasionally looked down at his crotch. He was getting an erection againand he wondered if she could tell.

Then Gail pulled out a cigarette. ?Got a light?? she asked. Without waitingfor an answer, she rubbed her left hand over where the pockets of his shortswere, feeling for a lighter. She felt his erection, which of course she hadnoticed, and reached her hand in his pocket and grabbed it. ?Oh,? she saidin mock surprise, ?I guess that isn't a lighter,? and laughed. Her friendslaughed too and Tim found himself blushing again. The guy behind Tim gave hera light still laughing. Tim was insulted, while not especially well-hung, hewas bigger than a lighter anyway. He was also embarrassed that she had grabbedhim that way, and that he was hard. ?Oh lighten up,? Gail said, ?I'm just teasing.? Sheput her hand on his thigh and began rubbing up and down, closer and closerto his crotch. After she had smoked her cigarette they drank the other shotand finished the beers. Tim had pretty much decided he was going to go forit and have sex with Gail if that was what she wanted. He was drunk and turnedon enough not to care much what she looked like. He had a rubber in his walletthat he hadn't really expected to use. He had only gotten lucky at school twicein three years. He was usually too shy. He was hoping for better luck whenhe got to California. So, when Gail started pulling him out onto the ?dancefloor? again, he didn't even try to resist.

They started dancing again and Tim was having fun. He paid no attention tothe other people in the bar. The third song turned out to be a slow song andGail pulled him in close to her. His face rested right against her tits asthey swayed. He imagined he looked foolish, but was beyond caring now. Hiscock swelled again. They danced that way for the whole song, then another fastsong played. The two girls started dancing again on this one. They danced evensexier than before and Tim kept watching them out of the corner of his eye.They were playing up to the guys around them, rubbing up against them as theydanced. Tim saw a guy pinch one girl's ass and she just turned her head andwinked at him over her shoulder. Then the other girl lifted up her shirt partway,exposing one of her tits for a moment. Someone whistled. A few moments laterthe first girl lifted her shirt as well, flashing both her tits. Tim openlystared this time with a smile on his face. ?You like that?? Gail asked Tim.

?Oh yeah,? he answered.

?So you approve of a little public nudity, huh?? she said smiling.

?Sure, what guy doesn't?? Tim said.

?Good,? Gail said and she grabbed onto Tim's shorts and yanked them down tohis knees. His underwear came partway down and his cock poked out too. He grabbedonto his underwear with one hand and pulled them back up quickly. He triedto grab his shorts with his other hand, but missed. Gail pulled them down allthe way to his ankles. When Tim tried to reach down he lost his balance andfell on his butt. Gail soon had his shorts all the way off and she tossed themto one of the girls who held them up. Everyone was laughing. Gail grabbed ontoTim's shirt and pulled him to his feet. He fought to hold onto it, but Gailpulled his shirt over his head and after a brief struggle had it off him aswell. She handed it to the other girl who pulled off her own shirt, then putTim's on in its place. There was more laughter and whistling. Tim was embarrassedand angry, as well as afraid again. He looked around, but didn't see the girlwith his shorts. The other one wearing his shirt was looking him up and downsmiling. Tim wished he hadn't worn the skimpy bikini underwear he had on. Hehad gotten them as a gift once and had never really felt comfortable in them.His cock was very visible in its partially erect state. He tried to cover hiscrotch with his hands.

?Give me my shorts back!? Tim demanded, looking up at Gail.

Gail just laughed and said, ?I don't even have them anymore.?

?I mean it I want them back now!? he said again.

?You're so cute when you're angry,? she said tickling his ribs.

?My car keys and my wallet are in those.? The girl who had taken the shortscame back up empty handed. ?What did you do with my shorts?? he said to her.

?They're safe,? she said laughing.

?I want them back now!? he demanded loudly stepping toward her. Two largemen stepped between them and gave him a look that made him cringe back. Hewas back to being more scared than angry.

?Relax,? Gail said, ?we're just having a little fun. I'll make sure to geteverything back for you if you just play along. Nobody's going to rip you off,I just had to see that cute little body of yours.? She reached out again andsnapped at the waistband of his underwear. Tim tried to back away, but wassurrounded by a ring of people. Gail grabbed his hands and said, ?Come on,let's just dance some more.? She began dancing, moving his hands with hers,making him dance as well. Tim reluctantly went along and began dancing as well.The men backed away, but when he glanced around the room, the men gave himunfriendly looks and the women amused looks. Tim figured it was hopeless andhe would have to go along with whatever happened and hope he wasn't beatento a pulp. By the end of the song he was dancing more normally, though he wasstill nervous and embarrassed. The girls continued to put on their show, wigglingtheir hips and flashing their tits occasionally. Less attention was on Timnow at least. They danced for another song and Tim relaxed just a little, hisbuzz helped him cope, though he really wanted the rest of his clothes back.

As the song was ending Gail started to say, ?I'm about ready for another drink.? Butthen a slow song started and she changed her mind and said, ?Oh, but we haveto dance to this one first.? She pulled Tim close and again he found his faceagainst her bosom. She reached her hand down and started feeling his ass. Embarrassed,Tim reached behind him and grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up to hisback. Some people watching laughed. It looked more like something a woman woulddo when dancing with a guy with roaming hands. Gail just laughed too and reachedright back down and gave his butt a hard squeeze. Tim tried again, but foundhe wasn't even able to budge her hand when she resisted. Instead she grabbedonto his hand and led it back around to her own ass. He only left it therea moment, but kept his arms around her this time. She just held him by thehips for a little while to Tim's relief, but then halfway through the songher hands started inching down again. She grabbed his butt with both handsand started kneading his cheeks, while pulling him even closer against her.His face was resting in her tits and his crotch rubbing against her thigh.Combined with the way she was feeling his ass it got him turned on again. Bythe end of the song he was completely hard. As the song ended she pushed himback and looked him up and down. Tim cursed his choice of wearing those bikiniunderwear again as his hard-on was so obvious. He was almost going to pop outof the underwear.

Gail grabbed his hand and led him to the bar. Tim looked at the floor to avoidmeeting the eyes of the men and women they passed. He had never felt so embarrassed.At the bar, Gail's friends were sitting in the stools again. They gave up theirseats, amusement apparent in their faces. The girls who had been dancing weresitting in the next stools again. On the bar were Tim's wallet and keys. Helooked at them as Gail ordered more drinks and everything seemed to be there,except his shorts. Gail sat next to Tim this time her hand resting on his thigh. ?Whereare my shorts?? Tim asked again. He was staying calmer hoping that might helpget them back.

?Oh they're around, don't worry. I like seeing you like this now.? she saidand she grabbed his balls and squeezed lightly. ?You look sexy.? She ran herfingers up his shaft then dropped her hand back on his thigh.

The girl in the next stool (the one still wearing Tim's shirt) turned to them.She looked Tim up and down, her gaze obviously lingering on his cock for amoment. She leaned closer so that her breast rubbed on Tim's right shoulderand said to Gail, ?I like your new boyfriend, he's cute,? and she giggled.

?Back off, he's mine!? Gail said, but she laughed too. She grabbed Tim's crotchagain. The drinks came and Gail made Tim do another shot and he drank his beer.He was getting drunker and everyone acted like it was no big deal so that healmost got used to sitting there in his underwear. It wasn't very long beforeGail wanted to dance again. Tim barely bothered to try to protest as once againhe was dragged to the middle of the room. He felt the embarrassment returnimmediately as all the rough looking men and women watched him dancing therein his bikini shorts. Gail didn't help by grabbing at him and laughing loudly.She kept fondling his crotch Tim would just blush and look at the floor. Everytime he did look up he saw faces staring at him. All the women in the bar seemedto be watching. He was starting to get really aroused in spite of his embarrassment.Gail started putting her finger inside the waist band of his shorts, snappingthem on the side or in back.

?Please don't,? Tim said, looking up at her pleadingly, ?I'm too embarrassed,I have to go.?

?Shhh,? she responded and started tracing her finger along his chest and slowlydown his stomach. Then she hooked her finger in the elastic in front and pulledit way out, looking down as she did so. Tim's erection bounced out to laughter.He reached down and struggled with Gail to pull his shorts back into place.She let him do it but grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled him againsther. She bent close to his ear and said quietly, ?I'm going to strip you infront of all these people. Then I'm going to do whatever else I want with you? andyou won't be able to do anything about it.? She smiled at him and he knew shewas exactly right. He was afraid of what was in store for him. Gail startedgrabbing at his underwear again playfully. Tim grabbed onto each side and heldtightly.

?Oh come on, just take them off,? the girl who was still wearing Tim's shirtcalled out. Then she came up and took hold of one of Tim's arms. Her friendtook the cue and grabbed the other. Tim could feel their breasts rubbing againsthim as he struggled. Gail, instead of going for his underwear again, begantickling Tim. Tim was ticklish and soon he was squirming around and laughing.Then Gail stuffed her hand down the front of his underwear and grabbed firmlyonto his testicles.

?I'll give you to three to let go. One?Two?? By two she had tightened up hergrip enough for Tim to wince and let go. Gail released his balls and grabbedhis underwear on both sides and gave a yank. Soon he found himself completelynaked, the two ladies still holding his arms. He was still hard and everyoneseemed to be staring at him. He was blushing and wished he could get away orat least cover himself. Then the girls released him and backed away lookinghim up and down. Gail pulled him to her again and began fondling him. ?Let'sdance some more.? She began dancing and Tim had no choice but to go along.He had given up resisting and just hoped it would end soon. His erection bouncedaround as he danced. He thought he would die from the embarrassment. Beforelong she tired of dancing and took him back up to the bar. She had one moredrink, but Tim didn't have another.

?Well, I think it's about time for us to leave, lover.? She grabbed Tim'scock and started leading him towards the door.

?Wait, what about my clothes?? Tim asked nervously.

?Oh you don't need those for what were going to do,? she said.

?Please, let me have my clothes back.? Tim pleaded, ?Please?? he said again.

?Aw, you're so cute when you beg. It almost makes me feel sorry for you?butI know you really like it. Your cock gives you away. Tim looked at the flooras he was irresistibly led to the door. A woman pinched his butt as he walkedpast and he could hear people laughing at him. Tim looked hopefully at thebartender before he was led outside. He thought maybe he would call the cops,but the way he quickly avoided Tim's gaze made it seem doubtful. In the parkinglot there were even more bikers partying and roughhousing, a new crowd of peopleto laugh at Tim. Just outside the door Gail pushed Tim against the wall andkissed him on the mouth. It was a long lingering kiss and Gail's tongue probedTim's mouth. He was still very aroused in spite of his fear and he found hewas kissing her back. He was ashamed that the way she could overpower him turnedhim on so much. It felt so exciting to be pressed against the wall that way,completely helpless and unable to escape. After the kissing she again led Timby his cock to a motorcycle, hers apparently and she straddled it. She toldTim to get on back. Since he was still surrounded by Gail's friends he sawno choice but to comply. Again he was very afraid. Getting on a motorcyclenaked sent visions of what could happen if they wiped out running through hismind. Gail was confident and commanding and soon he was sitting behind her.She started the bike and pulled Tim's arms around her waist. She shifted onthe seat so that she was sitting on Tim's cock. Before he could really preparethey were off, Tim shutting his eyes and clutching to Gail in his terror.