That dirty smile played around his mouth, ‘really? What else do you need?’ ‘Washer, oil and coolant.’ ‘Don’t have oil.’ He moved to the ...0 gallon barrels holding the washer fluids and started to pump it. ‘Did you run out?’‘On this one but the other one is full.’ ‘I bet it’s bursting,’ I meant him dead in the eyes. ‘You have no idea.’ A shiver went up my back as he started to pull on the screw top lid. ‘Is it to tight?’He smiled again that wicked smile making my panties drip, ‘just have to work. “I said. Where are my clothes?” She grabbed Alexander’s testicles and twisted as hard as she could.He screamed, which brought a smile to Amy’s face. “I burned them.” he finally replied.“Well, too goddamn bad for you.” Amy snarled. “ Now its your turn to strip.”Amy pulled off Alexanders shoes and socks. The pants were locked above the cuffs. Amy pondered for a while. She uncuffed one leg and recuffed the other to his hands. She pulled off the pants and his underpants from the free leg. She. "No!" she cries out. She tries to wriggle back, but a hand between her shoulder blades pushes her to floor and prevents it."I don't know how much more I have in me," he says, "and I don't want to waste any of it." Then, more calmly than he really feels and still holding her in place, he proceeds to wipe off his prick on her ass. She can feel every motion and it seems to her that he pays special attention to her asshole, not entering it, but regularly crossing it as he covers her ass with her. Even her fingers were now entwined in Jenny’s long brown hair as she pulled her friend’s head closer and tighter.The hesitant ‘rabbit in the headlights’ of five minutes ago had been transformed into a pleasure-drunk woman whose sexual boundaries had just been once again smashed and remapped. This was different from all of the previous times with Francis, Brandon, and James.But as I saw Sue’s fingers scrabbling at her female lover’s hair, a dread thought entered my head. Every future time that.