He got a firm grip and then spoke. ‘Ready Doctor Hatcher?’ She nodded. ‘Yes. Go for it!’ They both pulled but she remained in place in spite ...f their efforts. If anything she moved out only a very tiny bit. ‘I need to get a better grip. Then we can try again.’ He said. Connie could feel his hands now on her upper thighs. After a moment he pulled again and she joined him, but still they barely made any progress. This was obviously going to take a while. ‘Okay let’s keep trying!’ She offered and. “Fuck me harder! Please fuck my harder Amanda, I'm begging you please!”“Oh, you want momma's big, fat, juicy cock, bitch? Do you!?” Amanda barked. The pace of her pounding of my tight virgin ass getting faster and harder by the second. Every time Amanda slammed into me, I was pushed forward, pinned between this Amazon goddess and the front of her car, my rock hard cock kept slapping against the cool grill of her car. The feeling of the chrome against the head of my cock was a teasing torture. She said they ate dinner together and small talked about everything under the sun, from jobs to personal lives including her being married and him being divorced. She said the more she talked with him, the more at ease she became, or maybe it was the wine he kept ordering. She said that during the conversation he told her that he was a professional football player for the 49ers (an obvious bullshit line if you ask me). She believed him since he had to be around 65 or so and very solidly built. She tried to move her head to see what was going on, but he was held down aswell. Her scream was muffled by whatever was filling her mouth. Molly lied on the table awake for at least an hour, and for god knows howlong unconscious. She struggled quite a bit at first, but eventually gave up.Her arms and legs were held securely, as was her head. Overtop of the skintightblack leather catsuit she had been stuffed into was a tight corset in matchingmaterial. Similar mitts were fitted over her taped.