She pulled my head back, looked into my eyes dead serious and pulled me and planted a smooch.Her tongue was inside my mouth and feeling all around. Sh... was also pushing my tongue and not letting me in. Then she said “don’t try, mujhe practice hai”. Then she put a finger on my lips and said “two things – Main sex ke dauran hindi main bolti hun aur main thori aggressive and experimental hun.To kuchh galat lage to batana. OK?”. Before I could say Ok, she replanted her mouth on my mouth and crept. My mind began to wander while I waited for him to finish using me. I hated where it went. Images of riding around in the back seat of a convertible yesterday with my tits and my pussy on display to all of those complete strangers and the humiliation I experienced as a result flooded back into my brain.And yet, as horrible as it was, I found myself becoming aroused as I pictured it. Even worse, though, even harder to explain to myself, was my reaction now to the spectacle I was forced to make of. Sally had a good technique and was intent on edging me which was driving me crazy but she was so good at it bringing me to the boil and then cooling me off while all the time smiling that devilish smile.Suddenly she rose up and clambered onto my lap, her boobs tight against my face which gave me the opportunity to pay attention to her stiff poking nipples, the were like bullets under my tongue as I flicked, licked and sucked making her moan loudly.Very gently she lowered herself down and I felt. Every hour was an eternity. I’d lost feeling in my arms and legs a while ago, but my hips and shoulders still screamed in pain, especially whenever I shifted my weight. I started to convince myself that someone days had passed already. Maybe they had just moved across the country again, leaving the whole house behind? Maybe no-one would find me for weeks?I didn’t hear anyone pull up the driveway, or the footsteps, the sounds of doors opening and closing. Those things must have happened, but by.