" I twist her head back. Spit right down her throat with out hitting anything. Ram my cock down her throat again! Mutt throat fucks me again! Her hand...is pounding her asshole! I pull her ehad back. "open your mouth! do not swallow!"I spit in her useless mutt mouth. miem plows her ass deeper! After ten minutes my mutt's mouth is full of my spit. "don't spill one drop mutt! that is what you are right?' Miem looks up mouth gapping, mouthful of spit. tears stain her face. I reach down and yank her. I picked at my chicken sandwhich, waiting for Michelle to leave.I headed out at the same time she did, and watched her climb into hercar. When it wouldn't start, she stepped out and turned to me. "Do youknow anything about cars, Mr. Hansen?" she asked.I walked over to the Neon and opened the hood. "Why look, somehow yourbattery cable became disconnected. I can fix it; I've got a wrench in mytrunk." I tried to ignore my heart pounding in my chest and calm mybreathing. I opened the trunk of my. I never really liked the idea of shaving my legs so I enjoyed nothing more than pulling on a pair of thick 90d black, Lycra tights or pantyhose as you Americans like to call them. I really loved how the soft material felt as my legs rubbed against each other. Next I padded out the bra with a few rolled up sports socks before I pulled on a soft wool sweater dress. I had managed to purchase a pair of large sized leather pumps from the Internet a few months before and they looked really good. You'd have thought he was God or something, the way he stomped around, lording it over people. He was wearing a dress, a damn dress. How can a guy be that smug and sarcastic when his privates are swinging in the open air? Then he actually had the gall to tell me that a girl, a little girl like me. couldn't lead his people out of the tribulation the Lord was giving them and into the promised land. Like Moses did any better? Maybe if I hadn't gotten stuck in that fucking box of Pandora's for so.