A traffic stop from a cop would’ve been an absolute disaster and my patience gauge was completely depleted. The pot-holes – or rather moon-craters...– closing in on Nessa’s neighbourhood however didn’t give a damn about my patience.An explosion followed by screeching metal and sparks flying in my wing mirror indicated my rear left tire was done for. A Possibility the rim was too with that impact.“Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck FUCK!”I slammed the steering wheel with both hands repeatedly and continued. Then in just one minute another load was deposited down her throat and both hands were released, Jessica heaving was not allowed to let some air into her lungs as another $20 hit the ground. Jessica was left without dick for a second as the men argued who would go next sounds of "were paying good money" and "we don't want sloppy holes" filled the air. All Jessica could do was cry like a baby as she was being whored out to her soon to be rapists. Then she felt a smaller man squeeze beneath her. Suddenly, I found myself hard-peeled with Samriddhi kneeling at my feet.If Priya came at that time, she had no escape. It was certain death. But those thoughts were sending away the instant she grabbed my cock. She took a slow lick on the head to then grab and swallow everything to the limit, while massaging my balls with her hands at the same time.At that moment, I realized that all this insistence, after all, had given the result. To increase my madness, she also took her own clothes and kept. He made up an excuse that he'd been over at a friends house and had forgotten the time. Truth was, he'd been out riding his bike, going nowhere in particular, aimlessly thinking about what had happened. After listening to his mother chirp at him for not calling, and then her making up for it by asking him if he was hungry (which he was definitely not), he told them that he was going to bed. He passed by the living room on his way, and glancing in, saw his sister curled up on the couch, watching.