What did she do? She gave it back to me. I was a professional carer (not quite). With my blood pressure soaring I gingerly went down below. I lightly ...washed her pride and joy. I was fully aware that the softness of the sponge was teasing her clitty.Her head moved from side to side she began to make soft moaning like sounds. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pushed it hard against her slit. The lady was clearly in need of a good wanking with the soft sponge and that was what she got. I think it. I went through them one by one. The shortest I beat by four inches, the longest by nearly two."Ladies, you all lose. Let's go somewhere so you can verify and pay. Your lunch is on me." I dropped enough money to pay for their meals twice and they followed me out.There was a nice little motel two buildings down and they agreed on the location. I got a room and the four women dutifully trooped after me.When the door closed, I kicked off my shoes, opened my belt and unzipped my pants. When my shirt. When she only grunted in response to two full-length hits to her back, I could see that the end was coming. After the next two snaps to her rear, she was almost hanging from her wrists, and I decided to deliver the final blow.I moved behind her, and saw that her legs were open, and dragging on the floor. I took careful aim, and snapped the quirt up from the floor so that its double tip would curl just between her legs and into her labia. The stroke landed perfectly as the tails bisected her. Another step. ‘Yawaay…’ Another step. The final horn from her nightmares sounded off with a loud burst of energy and Amira’s eyes broke open to see the grill of the 20 ton truck that would kill her. She waited to wake up, but she didn’t. The tires sputtered to brake but it was too late. ‘No-gahh!’ She screamed. Cowering, she turned her head so not to see death, but instead saw him. The man’s arms from across the street were raised and flowing in jagged circles. Tires squealed, first. The sound.