She did not slap him; she made a good fist and struck him hard on the cheekbone, a swinging right with a fair amount of weight behind it that produced...a solid whack. "Good night, sir," she said coldly, shaking her kid-gloved hand and getting back into the carriage without help, showing one firm breast and then a good bit of long leg as she did. She slammed the door."Bitch," the young man spat, reaching for his sword hilt.I grabbed him at the breastbone, twisted up a handful of cloth and shook. Standing there as he rubbed and played with mythighs and squeezed my ass, I knew what I had wanted to feel like. I wasthe girl. And, as you know, I was submissive in my dreams and now reality.His fingers rubbed underneath. With the shield there he wouldn't feel mylarge clit but instead just like I was wearing a thick pad.While he was doing this he was looking at a pornographic magazine. Thepictures showed a girl being bound and then put in a cage. I winced. Oncein a while he would take his hand. No airbags.What set mine apart from all the other 1969 Mach 1s' in the world was the paint job. It was a light blue, Carolina blue to be exact. And where the others had a black hood scoop, mine was pearl white.I can hear the purists out there screaming. When I got it, it was dark blue. Possibly the ugliest stock color Ford ever had. It was heavily damaged on the driver side, by the time the body work was done I had already decided the paint scheme. I had seen one similar on a 1967 Chevelle and. ” Ab mujhe lagne laga ki use bhi sex ki jarurat hai agle din dophar 2 baje jab mai nahane ke liye gaya to waha pe ek bhaut sundar phoolo wali kachi aur bra latki thi mai kush ho gaya aur unhe sungne aur chaatne laga mai itna pagal ho jata hu sex ke liye ki mai kisi ki chut kaya gand ka ched bhi chaat lu us time to mai paglo ki tarha apna lola hila raha tha aur kachi sungh raha tha mere lola jo puri tharah se khada tha wo bhi soft kachi ka maja le raha tha tabhi kisi nai darwaja khol diya mai.