Typical police profiling.
I saw Junior look over at the Hell Rider and point at him.
I remembered what they had done up in Washington and what we still need to do.
I knew Vegas was a hot spot for Hell Riders with just enough of us to have a chapter.
After 4 more hours we arrived. Natalie getting drunk, probably if she gets worse gonna get gang banged. “Shut the fuck up or you won’t get your fuckin money!” I screamed grabbing her tit.
That seemed to quiet her down, though I saw a tear leaking out of her eye.
I felt my climax coming. She was loose, to loose.
I felt for her nice little asshole and positioned my head for it’s opening point.
I looked into her eyes and saw she was scared, I didn’t care I was pisses and she was my punching bag. I saw a Hell Rider pulled over on the ground handcuffed.
What a big show for just one bike huh? I extended my arm out firmly shaking his “Gambler.” he said. I looked straight again when I felt
