I'm OK! Damn crappy cars! I thought it would take more than it did. Neeka, help him. I hear the ambulance coming."They got the kids out without a prob...lem. I was so twitchy that I didn't dare help for fear of accidentally hurting someone. The trooper was right about the woman's legs. They were pretty messed up. He and Neeka reclined her seat but left her in it until the EMTs could lift her onto a stretcher. As soon as she was free, they bundled all of them into the ambulance and took off for the. The walls were high, but there were no windows; just the double door in the front. I still didn't know what he was doing all morning out there, but it seemed like there was sawdust everywhere. I kept sweeping it into piles, but I didn't dare say anything, sensing his grumpy mood.Finally he turned toward me and nodded his head towards a pegboard loaded with tons of small tools like screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers and stuff."There's a dustpan hanging on the wall. You can pick up your sawdust. I had no choice but to dojust that and wince in pain over the cock jammed down my throat as he shoved the huge rod 6 inches deep in one go. Fuck! Either this guy had never fucked an ass or he was intentionally trying to make it painful. He then pulled the bulbous meat all the way out.My ass gaped and winked, for a moment I could feel air hit my inner rosyringlet. Then more air rushed in as he savagely rammed it home again."Fuck me!" was what I thought as the pain coursed through my body. It showed a curious look on Helen’s face, right before she reached for a pack of cigarettes, found it empty, and pulled out a string of what I now know are Greek Worry Beads instead.“You knew that Contessa Helena de San Finzione was a real person on TV before you met her. But in the same way as the President or the Pope; someone powerful and famous that you knew existed, but Susan Bailey’s chances of ever meeting her were zero. Chad was never going to take you to San Finzione, was he? You’d.