He screamed and the car swerved but he kept it under control. Grabbing the shoulder belt I pulled it up around his neck and under the edge of the head...rest. A quick yank with my left hand pulled it tight across his throat. I brandished the bloody ring where he could see it, then moved it toward his right eye."Both hands on the wheel; and drive to the warehouse." Another tug on the seatbelt convinced him he didn't have a choice. When we were about a hundred yards out I had him stop and turn off. Me- lata so what makes you turn on in bed?Lata – working lips wrapped in my pussy.Me- so how many lips have made you go wild baby?Lata – my husband knows the answer for this.Me- how comeLata – this bastard use to send me to his clients to get business.Me – so you have been a type of so called whore pimped by his own husband.Lata – yes you can say so.Me- which was your worst day on bed till date.Lata – I was used by the boss of a company and then he made me get fucked by his entire staff maybe. She must've slipped away in the confusion inside."Are you crazy, woman?" he said. "What do you want with me?" I have to... have to... go with you."She got inside the Skimmer and closed the door.Cord looked around desperately. There was no sign of anybody else, not yet. The woman was soaked. He was puzzled. He was pretty sure now that her strange actions had something to do with the SS and he wanted to know. He lifted the Skimmer off the ground. Young Collins would just have to surrender his. ’ Tommy opened the door for her and quickly stripped while she went into the stall and started the water. She stood there, arms at full length pressing against the wall, bent over a bit, big ass arched up, big boobs dangling down, with the water hitting her shoulders and running down into the crack of her ass. He grabbed the soap and walked towards her grinning, rock-hard before he had taken even two steps. He lathered her up and then washed her down like he would a prize racehorse, savoring.