“Shortly after da accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie moanin’ and groanin’ too, so he went over to her. After h... looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes.Den da policeman came across de road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, “Mr. Drover, how are you feelin’? ... Now yer honor, wot da fock would you say?”Yes, I know there are different variations of this joke posted but it is still funny.The following is. She just wanted it over and him to be gone. She heard him walking back towards the bed, but instead of stopping she heard him going around the foot of her bed. Surprisingly she felt a rubber gloved hand grab her right ankle and lift it up. What she had felt with desire before now felt of pure fear as the rope slid over her foot and the slop knot tightened over her ankle. Her legs were pulled apart as the other end of the rope was tied to wrought iron footboard of her bed. As soon as he grabbed. Stan was suspicious, wary of being drawn into a trap. The only experience he’d had of witches was in the difficulty of killing them and making sure that they stayed dead. Shape-shifters were the worst. Stan hated shape-shifters, although his life in that regard had become much easier since the invention of the long-barrelled shotgun. Furry or feathery, it didn’t much-aid an escape from a barrel-full of hot lead. Head-hoppers were just as annoying but the collateral damage made them more fun. Her legs were tied and spread wide open. This man was taking full advantage of her vulnerability. He let his fingers run all over her exposed pussy. He slid a finger slowly inside her, and she sobbed. His greedy looking smile only made her feel worse. He removed his hand from her, and she watched in horror as he moved it instead to undo the zipper part of his pants. She shook her head, trying to speak through the gag and tell him to stop it. He pulled out his dick, holding it ready as if to.