I parked my over-laden bicycle alongside hers at the crossroad outside town, knowing that any argument I put forward would be dismissed and if I refus...d to acknowledge her, she would follow me anyway. Once she made up her mind, her stubbornness and determination would see it through. After being friends for so many years, literally all our lives, I couldn't reject her now, yet I worried how we would get on, not only during the long bike ride but afterwards, when we reached our destination. My. Carol fitted the bill. I first met her a year back at a friend’s place. One look at her and I recognized a submissive. Not very good looking but with a busty body. the ass too was very tempting. The kind who you would want to fuck senseless and degrade as much as possible.Quick info I gathered, she was a life in maid at my friend’s place. Carol’s age was about 22…. I also understood that she comes from a poor family. I played my cards and before long, she was mine to do as I please. I made her. She looked back like a cat and we exchanged our smiles, mine a lusty one appreciating her gorgeous assets. She started skipping a rope and I saw her hard and busty mounds jumping up and down briskly. Again I felt a hard on in my Bermuda shorts. Suddenly I heard her cry and saw her bent on one side with anguish at her face; placing her hand at upper thigh. She had twisted her leg and probably had got a serious sprain in her upper left thigh; which was later revealed as a temporary stiffness. I. The only difference being that the woman had been replaced with a small zippo style lighter with a note beside it. To turn on: Flip the lid and strike ONCE. Then close the lid. To turn OFF: Reopen the lid, Strike TWICE and then close the lid. Picking the zippo up, Jack flipped the lid open and tried to strike the zippo but nothing happened. Closing the lid, he shook it around slightly to see if he could get the gas going a little and tried striking it once more. Again, nothing happened..