Rape Gore Novelas e Histórias

I strapped my seatbelt on and he drove out of the garage. I opened my bag and checked the thermos flask where my hot acid cider vinegar and pepper and hot lemon juice. "What the hell is that?" Ginger asked and I grinned sinisterly. "Nothing." I replied and kept it in bag. I had thick rope too. This should be fun. I zipped my bag up and closed my eyes as he drove fast. The car stopped and I opened my eyes to see he stopped in a grassy area. I glanced at Ginger who's head was on the wheel muttering incoherent words.