“You have to pull,” she whined.So I did. Just a little bit. And her arm didn’t move. “Pull harder,” she whined, and some of the guys laughed...So I did. Her arm still didn’t move.“Come on Greg, get this over with,” Cameron sighed. “We’re burning daylight.”I took a deep breath and started to bear down, and I forced Becky’s arm downward. For about an inch. For a few seconds our arms were motionless as I continued to strain, and Becky just smiled. There were some chortles from the guys as I tried to. He screamed and she started to fuck him hard. Beneath the strap on, Strap Girl was dripping wet. She slid a hand down her panties and started to rub her clit as she fucked the rapist’s ass. She orgasmed at once and kept rubbing and fucking until finally all of the strength seemed to go out of David’s body. When he collapsed to the ground she pulled out and leaned back to finish herself. She pulled the strap on free and pulled her panties slightly down to reveal a fiery red bush. With her. I kissed her cheek, quickly, and retreated to my side of the bed."I hope that was good for you," she said, knowing it wasn't."It was great, honey," I lied. We both knew I wasn't fooling anyone, but I didn't feel like dealing with her insecurities tonight. "I have to be up early tomorrow," I said as I rolled over, not wanting to talk. Sleep didn't come for a long time.The next morning, I was up earlier than usual and in the shower. Barb was doing her makeup in the mirror as I stepped out and. It was sleeper fast. I used to love when someone pulled up beside me in their sports car, a Datsun 240Z or a pony car. I’d nail the gas when the light turned green. They never suspected that my Chrysler would blow their doors off. They never suspected that I had a 440 Magnum in there. All they saw was my tail lights and the dust that I blew up on their windshields. My friend, Ralph, had a ’69 Corvette convertible that his parents bought him for graduating high school. My parents bought me a.