I hope there will be a lot of booby playing tonight.”I thought she was kidding (about me answering the scores of messages, not about the playing wit... her breasts later) until she grabbed her luggage and headed back to my bedroom.I shook my head and watched her go. I was still peering down the hallway a minute or two later when she emerged wearing a conservative bikini. She pulled a floral sundress over it and walked to the kitchen again carrying a towel from my bathroom. She glanced out the. But I felt I had to tell you....because I gotta be honest, I don't want to stop fucking her when you get back from school.It really was innocent. One morning she said her shitty old Toyota wouldn't start so II gave her a ride on my Harley to the bank and the post office. She'd never ridden on a bike before and I think she really liked it.I mean she really liked it. She held onto my tightly. Her face was flush. Her eyes were wide and she let out a few shrills when I opened it up on Route 15.She. “I’m glad you can tell time and read, slut!” She spat at me. “I hope you have other talents as well!”“I will do my best for you, Mistress, I replied. Her hand, encased in a long black glove, came up and grabbed my jaw as her eyes drilled into mine. A chill ran through my body as if ice water poured from her grip into my flesh and froze the blood that had been boiling with lust inside of me.“That is going to cost you. I did not tell you to speak and I do not need to know what you think. . The hard impact I was waiting for never came. The car hit something with a loudly audible crunch, then seemed to yo-yo me back to the impact point.No longer in motion, I opened my eyes. My top wing was crushed down into the top of the cage, but I could see. I was looking straight down at the top of the concrete wall, my car somehow balanced on top of it with the top of the car facing the fence.The roar of the engine was next to catch my attention, and I lifted quickly off the throttle. The.