He saw this and helped. I again tried to get up some more but he told me to hold on. He started asking me questions, who I was, did I know what day it... was, etc. He asked if anything hurt to move or if I lost any feeling anywhere. I answered his questions and told him I can feel everything. He helped me sit up and take the back pack off. At this point I had caught my breath and it did not hurt as bad to catch my breath. So I stood up and looked back at my bike. Which was about 10 feet from where. . And it doesn't. Now it's my turn to hit the bathroom. I start to get out of my seat and you pinch my bum. It's a good pinch cos I turn and give you a wicked grin.Just as I get to the bathroom I look back and beckon you to follow me in. Once inside I push you against the wall and kiss your neck while my hand is placed behind your neck and holding you there. My other hand is roaming your body. Drawing it's way down your front of your top and squeezing each breast and pinching your nipples. You. What rubbish! As if she ever would do a stupid suicidal thing like that!Penny had been forced to rely on her superior speed and lightfootedness ("That's a laugh for a start!" she thought, I can't even run to catch a bus any more!) to evade the deadly fists and feet of her opponent. She recalled vaguely that, for much of the one sided contest, her bare hands and feet had beaten uselessly against her foe, who had laughed disdainfully and scornfully at her puny efforts as she continued to deal out. Are we done?, asked Dee. For now baby. Can I get up please. Not quite yet, my little slut. With that Dottie, release the part of the table that was supporting Dee’s head and removed it,causing Dee’s head to drop over the table.Her head was just below waist height now. Time for your first lesson,bitch.With that Dottie walked over spread her thick thighs and covered Dee’s face. You want to breath again, you better start eating my pussy,bitch.Dee struggled, she wasn’t a lesbian, she would never do.