He ignores me, turning up the music. Amateur porn My hope drains. He shoves his foot forcefully against my spine knocking me back to the ground. Once again his hands are on me. Pumping my imaginary brake, I let loose a loud howl and clutch the door handle. Snapping open the console, he pulls out pair of rusting handcuffs. But it is not enough for him as he bashes my head against the window over and over until I quit struggling and accept my fate, praying fervently that the darkness will come so I won’t have to live through this nightmare. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. A sharp pop from an unfamiliar meaty hand stings my ass. Oxygen races to my brain and rips through my lungs. We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles. His nails dig and bite and I suddenly feel tiny trickles of blood bubble and run to my shoulders. A switchblade appears and he pretends to stab me barely missing my cheek and eye, laughing at my pleas and streams of tears.
