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The do-gooder MILF
The do-gooder MILF -2

Her legs were untied. Now what ? They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her wooden leg were lifted up
They were spread all-embracing and lifted up and tied next to her wrist joint with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide-eyed open.
In full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, break, you will pay for this. What is ill-timed with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright lights even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were lustrous light. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the wickedness for so long her eyes were blinded.
The lilliputian she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her arms and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.
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My boy had done a good job. Everything was everlasting. Joan was hung up
like the fucking pig she is. Helpless, pegleg extensive open, set for anything we liked.
The bright lights showed off her chunky thighs. Her thighs were panoptic,
fatty, just right. Her branch were pulled so far back, her pussycat
stuck out ready to be fucked.

The music was turned up. Heavy blaring rock music medicine. I was sure she was
completely disoriented. skilful rock euphony, we are gon na rock her ass.

ROCK THAT ASS.

Barry shouted into my ear. MILF MEAT. I laughed. He took a marker and wrote on
her os frontale.

MILF MEAT.

We all had a good laugh over that. high –Fives.
The boys really had the technical school stuff down. Kids are ripe with that.
They set up the cameras to movie the fun. We had reminder so we could see what was recording.
We dimmed the visible light a bit and placed one of the proctor so the MILF could watch.

I mean not every piece of bitch center gets to learn themselves get beaten and fucked.

I ran my hand over her thighs. I could feel the fat ripples. I could palpate the quivering in her
legs. I could see the fear in her aspect. I had on a grotesque mask. We all did.
The boys had been very creative mentation of all the details. My hands went up and down her thighs.
I ran my finger over her slit and spread her lip. Dame Ellen Terry had his hands on her breasts.
I guess he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.

We wrote in marking on her second joint, slap here, MILF meat.

We were in no hurry. She wasn't going anywhere. LOL
Lot of crying, mumbling, begging.
Pretty funny story tho, she mentions her do-gooder work.
Like I really contribute a fuck ? More Irish bull.

WE COULD WHATEVER THE screwing WE WANTED - OH YEA

Tom was fascinated by her clitoris. It was a sound sized MILF button.
She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.
heap of vernal enthusiasm. I grabbed her head by the hair and jerked it around.
This was so a lot fun and we were only getting started. I held on and each of the
boys gave her a little slap to the nerve, just to get her attention.

Like I said, we were in no precipitation. I knew the wait was just killing her ! ! ! !
LOL Get it ? Killing her ? ? ? ?
It must be very uncomfortable hanging there like that by your arms and peg
bent up. Her knees were almost up to her capitulum.
I gave her thighs a smacking and watched the kick heart and soul jiggle.

Each of the male child slapped her. They really got a squawk out of it as they kept at it
for a while. It was fun watching the core ripple with each slap. Of form
she was crying and screaming. I don't fuck why ? This was nothing yet.

Her MILF meat got pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who
could wee-wee the loudest smack. I have to admit the wholly matter was pretty surreal.
Slapping those chunky thighs, hearing the smacking, watching the jiggle, salutary fun for all.

I decided to let Tom go first. He was the youngest and had never had any yet.
I guess some puff jobs from some school slattern, but that is not very sex ?
We all were going to get one go around before we got into some lowering obligation
punishment.


Of line it was pretty poise because she could watch all this while it was happening.
She could see from both end, the receiving and the giving.
Tom dropped his pants. All this ass slapping and he was really gruelling. I have to
admit, I was impressed with his size. He put some spitting on his dick and started to
rub against her. He pushed her lips clear with his dick.

LETS Rock AND ROLL.

We cranked the medicine way. The other three of us stated to shout and scream.

I watched her face as he plunged all the way in.

YES kick YOU ARE going TO RAPED Tom screamed at her,

HEEYA. YAAAA OUUURAAAYAAAAA. The boys were laughing in and screaming.
The music was blasting and Tommy was MILF fucking.
He gyrated his rosehip and the way she was hanging she would swing by her coat of arms and
legs as far as Tommy would let her. He thrust forward with his hands around her rump.

He leaned forward and spitting in her typeface. H e tongue again and again trying to hit her right in the eye.
Her font was dripping spit. I liked the smell. I call it the Saliva looking at.

YEHAW. Fuck her barker. Tom's hips dug in pumping the Bitch.
As he pushed forward she screamed like a banshee. She was at a 45 degree angle
Her arms and leg being stretched. The metal chassis she was strung up screetched from the form

THUMP THUM THUMP he kept at it. Tom was hot and sweating.

The BITCH, oh she was red, bitch red.
fucking Ya, YA YA, Tom came inside the MILF. He was a man.
All shtup smiles for the boys.

CUM DRIPPED FROM HER FAT PUSSY

Barry was next. The cunt was shivering, quivering. She realized she was not only
being raped, she was going to be gangraped. Fucked one at a time. Slowly. Hard.
Brutally.

The snatch hung panoptic loose ready for the next peter. Barry had a gruesome mask.
A lamia mask. The aspect of death. He had a little surprise. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left chest and tied a slender rope around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it hard. One way and then the former. The
cunt was screaming.

I thought, here is the bad word MILF, it is just starting !

He roped the former beef tit, tieing it tight. He tied them together with a rope
Pulling them close together and the pulled the rope over the Same overhead bar
holding her leg and arms. He pulled the rope stretching the mamilla up in front of her face.

Without warning he smacked her twat with his hand.
It was overwhelming, the MILF was howling.
In a second he was inside her. The endorse stopcock for the whore.

swing back and Forth with his articulatio coxae she was taking her irregular fucking, her mo rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the forget me drug hanging her tits, stretching them even more.

I got to say, I never been so gallant of my boys.
The Do-gooder MILF pith was taking the roll in the hay of her life history and the nighttime was early, very early.

To Be Continued