I hated men. I hated anyone who would rape someone. They had done everything to me. Oral. Anal. Brutal. She held my hand. She touched my hair. "... love you, Jessica." "Jesse." "Right." She leaned forward, and she kissed me, softly. It was nice. I felt her hand on my breast, and I put mine on hers. "Jess, I have to tell you something," she said. "Yes?" "You're not a lesbian. I'm not either." "I feel like a lesbian." She smiled. "No, you feel erotic. You feel aroused.. After a few minutes she said, ‘Well if you’re not going to be able to control yourself you’ll have to be punished even more.’She went into the kitchen and came back with a table tennis bat. She sat down on the sofa and pointed to her lap. I walked over to her and leaned across her. She parted her legs and my cock went through the space. Suddenly the bat hit the cheeks of my arse and really hurt. I yelled out in pain. But I realised I was getting more and more aroused as smack after smack rained. “You want me to?” she replied.“Oh yea.” I shot back.She reached under her skirt with both hands, pushing mine out of the way. She pulled her panties to the side and worked her finger deep into her pussy. I was trying to watch the road and watch her fingers all at the same time. She pulled her finger out and slowly began to rub her clit. Looking at this incredibly attractive lady sitting in my front seat, her skirt hiked up her legs, with her fingers in her pussy had my mind reeling. She could. Instead of a graceful feline poised with her pussy on display and getting ready to pee, there was now what appeared to be a bipedal beast hoisted from a primordial nightmare. Where once the woman’s hair had been long and perfectly straight, it was now a tangled mass coiled around a face contorted into anger.Yellow broken teeth were revealed as the creature snarled, bending into a coiled spring ready for release. Brown, flawless skin had changed into a dark mottled fur that was a bizarre cross.