Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. Then, he began pounding himself into her; using his free hand to grip, then squeeze...her hardened, buoyant nipple.He felt himself emptying into her; filling the condom with his life giving seed. And he absorbed the commingled essence of her smell, their sounds, and his pulsing prick.She could feel his warm breath on her hair, the sharp pain in her nipple as he continued to manipulate it, twisting, pulling and stretching it to a. . that point where she knew nothing but her status as a piece of meat for his amusement. It barely shocked her when she felt the first warm trickle of piss flooding her mouth, the sour taste so familiar to her from her daily use as her his toilet. She felt his hands once again protectively stroking her head through the hood encasing her head, and with effort was able to make out his whispered words of encouragement and ownership, while all the time her throat filled with his piss, the. The only time she ever pleasure herself is when she reads erotic novels in bed with a vibrator in her hand. She would take play with herself using a vibrator or sometimes with her fingers.But now it's Christmas Eve night and she finished all her shopping. She wrapped up all the presents and finished all the cooking for dinner tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see everyone including her daughter at the dinner party. That night, she went to bed alone but with anticipation for tomorrow.Christmas. So, why was my car so special? It was just a big boat, after all, like all the other dinosaurs that traveled the highways back then, Chevrolet Caprice, Ford Galaxies, Mercury Marauders, Pontiac Bonnevilles, and Oldsmobile 88’s and 98’s. It was fast. It was sleeper fast. I used to love when someone pulled up beside me in their sports car, a Datsun 240Z or a pony car. I’d nail the gas when the light turned green. They never suspected that my Chrysler would blow their doors off. They never.