Not for long however, as I could still see the building I had just passed only moments before in my rear view mirror. At least I hadn't gone far in ei...her direction, as I was still in my lane. There luckily was no cars around, either. 'Almost home. Half way there.', I thought, shuffling in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position. I turned on the radio and switched it to a talk show about cars and car repairs.I could see the bright lights before I could hear the horn. The horn kept. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I. I looked up and saw this hot looking female in the doorway with a trench coat on, not quite covering her knees. My body froze and got rigid as she put her finger over her lips. Then shut the door, locked it, and turned off the overhead lights. This left only my desk lamp on. Sweat was all over me now; it reminded me of a workout. She turned towards me and peeled off the coat to reveal a thong and heels, then threw the coat against the wall. "What the fuck do I do now?" Also, "Holy shit this. I could feel fingers poking into my asshole, first one, then two and then finally three. In and out, in and out they went. I knew that Billy was finger-fucking my back door. But what I couldn't understand was why Michael was letting this happen. I struggled to get loose again, but to no avail. Finally I was able to pull my face away from Michael's enough so I could look into his eyes. He was still thrusting up into my pussy from underneath, rhythmically, about once every second or so, in and.