At other times I'd ask her what she was reading, but she wouldn't tell me.We played together as children, and she'd always want to be a slave, or a na...ghty child. Mum and Dad always went to play bridge on Thursday nights, and that's when we played her 'special' games. Sometimes I'd be a pirate, and capture her for ransom. She'd struggle, and we'd end up wrestling on the floor, and I'd have to take her clothes off and tie her up. Or I'd be a Pharaoh in ancient Egypt, and she'd dance for me. "We stay here long enough to relax, digest the food a little," she explained, "Then we go over to my place, down to my gym, and we mix it up until I win."Her smile grew in confidence the quieter I became. I was holding down the rush of adrenaline. My body was trying to enter hyper-excitement. My senses heightened as I fought to control the instinct to do what I had been trained to do in that situation, kill her. I nodded and sat back relaxing. It would be an hour before we would move; I did not. I told her to turn front so that I can continue with the massage.Then I started with her face, shoulder and went on to armpits. Now I kept my dick into her hair. I started to massage her in a round way from shoulder to armpit around the boob. I started to circle the boobs but didn’t touch the nipples. Her facial expressions changed after this and she started to enjoy more of this.So I went to the front and started the full massage with the boobs circling her areola and playing with her nipples.. I jumped out of the car and yelled to Janice, "STAY WITH THE CAR!" I ran toward the burning car, figuring that was going to be the place where the worst injuries were. Two adult women were in the front seat, and they were both dead from major burns and tears to their flesh. However, on the back seat was an infant who seemed to have survived the accident. Nevertheless, the car was burning so freely that it would not be long before the flames reached the child.This was a four-door car, so it.