Within seconds all three cars were rolling. Except for some glass from Al's headlight, the street appeared as if nothing had happened."Where the hell ...re you taking me?" Al demanded.The passenger in the lead car turned toward Al, and casually smashed the barrel of the automatic across his mouth. "Lay down on the floor and keep your mouth shut," the thug whispered. Al could feel the coppery taste of fresh blood as he clumsily made his way to the back floor of the car. It was uncomfortable, but. Then he took a window seat and relaxed as he smiled and made small talk, as best he could, with the old man and two dames des certain ages who were nattering in what seemed a foreign language but turned out to be a Scottish accented English. The old man just grunted and looked miserable.Still, it could be worse; The compartment wasn't too crowded and they all spoke English, sort of. Had they all spoken different languages they might not be able to converse at all. After four attempts at making. ” I tensed and relaxed my pelvic muscles, making my erection bob up and down, then grabbed her and pulled her to me, trapping my cock between us, against her warm tummy.She objected, pushing me away. “Don’t even think about starting anything! First, I need to pee so bad I’m about to burst, and second, you need to get ready for work, remember?”She stepped to the toilet and settled on the seat, commencing to urinate loudly into the bowl; at least I knew she hadn’t been kidding about needing to. My body responded by thrashing back and forth as much as the straps holding me would allow. He stood up and reached out to my bouncing tits with a large feather, tickling and teasing one, then the other. My nipples stood straight out immediately, as the dildo plunged in and out of my pussy, as if the piston-like rubber shaft was on a mission. Uncle Clyde put the feather down, and dialed up an even faster speed, and I was getting fucked hard, like never before. I could feel my body getting ready.