She struggled mightily, apologizing profusely as he forced her onto her back and began to tickle her stomach and her legs alternately as she struggled...in vain to protect both sensitive areas from his onslaught. Unfortunately for her she was no match for Jasons speed and strength. Years of baseball had given him a strong grip and quick reflexes. No no no, please, im sorry, im sorry! she pleaded as Jason continued to tickle her and laugh. Ill teach you! he cackled, attacking her with renewed. Small, but firm breasts, lips parted, a look of pleasure on her face. And a strange object protruding from her crotch. Like someone has inserted the handle of a whip or something similar, inside her… her… “Can’t you answer?” The voice sounds harsh now. I don’t have to answer.“I-No!”Why? Why do I do this?He laughs shortly, like my words don’t even matter. “Skirt off.”“Wh-what?” I blurt out when I realize that the command is aimed at me. I look outside the window. The lights on the side of the. He did as he was told and fucked me even harder, causing me to moan in pure ecstasy. God that feels so good. I love it when you fuck me like that. I said sexily, turning him on a lot more. Oh God, turn over and get on your hands and knees. He demanded. I did as I was told and he immediately shoved his cock in my pussy and started fucking me doggie style. Troy grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. You like that, slut? Oh yeah. I moaned. Please harder, it feels so fucking good. Oh fuck. My. Still, there was the trip down the hill and then back up to deal with."How the fuck are we going to do this?" asked Tim darkly."We'll go down together," said Mitch. He took the coil of rope off his shoulder and tied one end off to the bumper of the Roach Coach. "I'll get the ice broken up. You go in, find the car, fasten one end of the tow strap to the axle, if possible, or around one tire if you can't reach the axle, and then come back out. The other end of the tow strap will be tied off to a.