Oil ke wajahse woh seedha andar chalgaya.Ek second mein meri gaand bhari hui lag rahi thi. Mujhe mehsus hua ki woh cheez didi ke chut pe paas lagi hui...hai. Mujhe dard aise ho raha tha ki mere muh se awaaz bhi nahi aari thi. Aur didi dheere se mera lund upar neeche kar rahi thi lekin mera dhyaan mere gaand mein jo hai uspe hai.Main bohut mushkil se awaaz nikal paaya, “Nikal please.”Woh boli, “Sunnayi nahi dera kya bola?”Main: Please!Aur main rone hi wala tha tab usne woh cheej bahar nikalne. I couldn't see much. The lights were out and the faint lighting from the neighbor room didn't illuminate much more than the small area by the door. He closed the door, locking it behind him. Then he switched on the lights, revealing the most horrific room I had ever seen. Not knowing how to react, I whispered."No. There's no way I can take that."It was a torture room. I saw a steel table with leather straps, a wooden rack, several steel contraptions to tie a person on or into, weird machines. "Daddy, stop! Please, Daddy, don't touch me there!" Shut up you little whore! You let every other man in town stick his fingers in your slutty cunt, now it's my turn." He pushed one finger into my tight hole and found it dry and unyielding. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. When he pulled them out, they were slimy and dripping with his spit. He put his hand in my crotch again, this time shoving all four fingers into my cunt at once. He spit on his hand and pushed, trying. He caresses and squeezes my breasts – my nipples are getting hard, and I hope he can feel them.“I bet you can't wait to get me home,” I tease him.“You're right... I can't!” He makes a hard turn, tires squealing, making me tumble almost into his lap. I look at him while he smiles, headed up the ramp into the parking garage. Hee hee, I think to myself. He's pretending like he's going to pull into the garage and have his way with me in there.Um, I think he's pretending.He drives up to the next.