I don't have a whole lot of time to check. The Mustang's right tires hit the dirt at the side of the road and dig in, and then I'm hanging on as the w...ole car rears up on its right side. I see the world doing a somersault through the front windshield and then the Mustang's roof slams into the ground and everything goes black.Death doesn't hurt. At least, that's what I always assumed.If that's true, then I'm definitely not dead. I hurt everywhere. My head is at an angle and when I try to move. I have to feed and water you. I have orders to give you your haircut and then douse you with the hair spray. I have to drain and flush you and then lube up your asshole. After all that I'm to put a new discipline helmet on you and then I'm done. I figure it'll take us about two to three hours to get you ready to be picked up. If you start talking and asking questions we'll never get done in time and I for one, don't want to get a caning for being late with you. With a helmet on nobody will see. His grip on my bum cheeks tightened as he held himself deep inside me, obviously allowing me to get used to the invasion, knowing that I hadn’t been fucked before.My head was buried in his chest, partly out of shock, partly out of fear and partly out of embarrassment and he then wrapped his arms around me, gently stroking and caressing my spine and I felt myself relax into him and the pain in my pussy also subsided, just leaving me feeling filled completely.Billy lifted my head, kissed me. Andthen he suddenly felt something warm and wet splashing down his legsthat were pulled up under him. He was peeing again - without knowing hewas going to do it! He stopped his rocking quickly, pulling out as muchas he was able as he tried to pull his now wet legs away from the peethat was dripping down on them. He tried to look down and under himselfto see how bad it was.Cassie saw him suddenly stop, which surprised her. But then she saw himjust as quickly trying to look at something under.