I pulled her from beneath the loose heap of my clothes and, grabbing her bound ankles and wrists dragged her on her side, naked and sobbing, out from ...eneath the shelter of the fibreglass. She didn't look so good now. Her right shoulder was an ugly swollen blue bulge, her firm breasts now conspicuously showed the cuts and disfiguring reddish blue imprints of my fingers, her bruised left cheek had swollen so much that her eye didn't look fully open. As I dragged her, her matted hair caught in. With a sigh I put down my toothbrush and headed for the toilet. I needed to pee. The task was made difficult by the erection I was sporting but finally I managed to get a stream going… just as Becky wandered in. Now having a toilet with the traffic characteristics of Grand Central Station is not conducive to easy early morning ablutions. Finally I got a steady stream going and sighed with the relief that only comes with the draining of an overburdened bladder. Completing my morning piss I. She felt his shape and thought his size was average. To her, average was pleasant. Large cocks were great in a relationship, but getting fucked several times a night, possibly being brutally stretched by some clumsy guy with a nine-inch monster, was something she’d come to dread. Happily satisfied, she gently stroked her ‘John’. He sighed loudly and reclined the seat, giving her more room. With her open mouth poised over his darkening head, she promised to bathe his skin in the wetness of sex.. Thevillains had released a payload of small steel jacks into the road.Pompom found herself boxed in, unable to cut into oncoming lanes."Shit!" she exclaimed."That's no way for..." Baton began, in jest.Then, the right front tire blew out. The car skidded sideways and beganto roll, then tumble end over end. The fiberglass shell of the cardisintegrated as the vehicle rolled.Baton awoke a few seconds after the vehicle came to a stop. Sheinstinctively released the buckle on her five-point harness,.