Mr. Anderson held me down and again rubbed my ass gently with his open palm. This time his hand also went down between my thighs and across my scrotum...and back up to my ass crack. I realized that my little dick was very hard and I was very turned on by this. I have no idea where this came from; being spanked is not a fantasy I had had before, but I was definitely very turned on. I now realized that Mr. Anderson's dick was very hard and I could feel it below my tummy. “How many minuets late were. Eventually, rather than quick strokes, I was pushing in & out of her slowly/deeply, when I felt "That Moment" where I could hold back the tidal wave any more.....Four, five, six or perhaps seven big throbs in the tip of my dick & I must have unloaded a torrent of sticky cum into her lovely warm wet & thoroughly welcoming cunt. I can still remember how good it felt to have had shot my load into a girl without a rubber for the first time. Eventually we gathered ourselves up & I could've stayed. As my head began to clear, the first thing that was evident was that this was not my car. The dash was different, the steering wheel was different. Everything was different. Why would someone take me out of my car and put me in the driver's seat of another car? It didn't make sense.I then became aware of the person sitting next to me. By this time, he must have been aware that I was coming to, as he had stopped shaking me. Now, he just sat there, kind of dumbfounded, as I slowly came to my. I placed the ammunition on my bedside table and placed the gun under my pillow in case I needed it during the night. I slid my legs under the blanket, pulling it up to cover my breasts. I snuggled into my pillow, squeezing my eyes together as tight as I could. Knowing that there were monsters outside, trying to get into the place made sleeping a lot more difficult. I began counting sheep to try and fall asleep. It just wasn’t working, if anything it was keeping me awake. I closed my eyes once.