Billy & crew return!

Rachel screamed again as large hands dragged her backwards, off her feet. Her head hit the top of a car, knocking the fight from her long enough for her to be dragged in and the car take off. A snarling face filled the doorway before the car fishtailed its way down the street.

"Jesus," Carl breathed.

"Amen," Tyrone agreed, slowing the car to a more sedate pace.

"Could someone close the door?" Billy asked. The car's side door flopped open, but no one was in position to reach it. Tyrone slowed the car and then gunned the motor. The forward momentum snapped the door closed.

"Cool," Billy said.

Tyrone grinned and shrugged. "All in a day's work."

"I think we need a different drop-off," Carl said, cradling Rachel's trembling body to him.

"Yeah," Billy nodded, "They seem to have caught on to us. You okay?" he asked Rachel, who blinked and stared at him for a moment.

The next minute she was shrieking and flailing at him with her hands and purse, her attack startling and clipping Tyrone. The car swerved, then swerved back on course before Tyrone slammed on the brakes, tumbling Rachel into the front seat and down Billy's front.

When the car finally stopped they were in a near-perfect 69 position.

"What the hell are you...." Billy started, but it was hard to be stern or angry while looking down at her tight pink pussy.

"Well this is awkward," Carl muttered with a smirk.

"You..." Rachel huffed, pushing away from the floor. Her muff moved up into Carl's face. "You left me!" she accused, her hands going this way and that as she twisted to get free. During her movements her hand landed repeated on his crotch while her pussy rubbed repeated across his chin and lips.

"Sorry," he muttered directly into her cunt.

"Sorry?" she screeched, freezing. "Do you have any idea how scared I was? Do you have any idea what they might have done to me? You stole my cell!" she finished with a shriek, leaving them to stare, though Billy was mostly trying not to stick his tongue into her still-glistening slit.

"Oh shit," Tyrone muttered as Rachel began to shiver and cry, and the three guys looked helplessly at each other. "Uh, there there," he tried, tentatively patting her hair.

"Get your fucking hands off me!' she snarled, twisting again to get free of her awkward positioning, twisting Billy's neck with her legs and jabbing his crotch furiously, if unintentionally.

He let out a strangled sound as she finally extricated herself and crawled into the backseat, where she huddled in the corner as far away from the three as she could get.