'Ouch, Rolf, it's too fast! Turn it down, stop it, you are hurting me!' My words merged into orgasmic howling as Rolf picked the drill up and started rocking it from side to side. Then he pulled the dildo out of me and pressed it hard against my clit, still not killing the drill. I swallowed my screams, my clenched teeth screeching loudly. When a wave of languor rushed back off and my body relaxed, I regained the ability to speak. Or, actually, to moan. Rolf's drill was still going at full speed. He backed off a bit and pressed its tip against my anus.