Left foot forward, right foot back and angled, crouching low. The knife in my left hand held at full extension, the one in my bent right arm gripped s... that the blade was parallel to my arm. I was ready to cut this guy to pieces, and Im pretty sure it showed on my face. He stopped dead at the door and held up both hands and said Wheres Peter? I didnt say anything and stayed in place glaring at him. He was a lot bigger but I found his reflexes were not that fast. I could take him I was sure. . I was now ready.The dildo was big and I mounted it. It restricted my movements somewhat but felt good. As I started the dildo moved in and out of my on long strokes. The faster I drove the fasted the dildo went.Again I lost control as I came, I tried to steer it into the mountain side of the road but the car bounced off then went over the side. Over and over I went. We counted later, the car rolled 32 times before come to rest. I hurt bad this time. I was bleeding horribly between my legs.. He wanted to try really high ones, but he knew he'd just be falling all over if he did that.The final touch was the wig. Richard had spared no expense. It was magnificent. Once it was in place, he looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a rather tall, big breasted, big-hipped woman with just enough of a waist to be realistic. His face was a bit garish, but gave the impression of being slightly bimbo-ish. The wig had long bangs in front, nearly to his eyebrows, and it trailed down his back. I figured that sounded harmless enough. “Did you hump back against him?” Oh my, how honest should I be? “I might have. It was kind of sexy having him rub his cock against me. And after all, it’s been months since you’ve fucked me. I might have humped back a little, involuntarily of course. I did get a little wet.” “I imagine him starting to rub your back and squeeze your butt a little bit, maybe running his hands up your sides and feeling the sides of your tits.” “Do I push his hands away? Or.