If only John had not argued about moving the car that frightening night, thing might have been a lot different. We had dropped in at our local, `` The Red Lion, '' on our way home from the dramaturgy. We had been to see a turn that I wanted to see. John had n't been all that bothered, and it had n't been his sort of period of play, so he was not in the best of humor. Brewing close to close time the bar was crowded and we had just managed to get some drunkenness when this guy had come in asking if anyone knew who owned the blue Land Rover. It was our blue Land roamer they were talking about. toilet had been in a rush to park it and he had blocked somebody in.

All they wanted to do was to get out, but St. John, being in an argumentative mood, had began to argue, saying he would affect it when he had finished his drink. Obviously this did not go down well with the guy and then his two first mate came in and they said in no uncertain term they wanted it moving now or they would break their way out. In the end, after more harsh language, trick relented and went out and moved it. Apparently when he came back in he said that there had been more harsh word in the car park.

lav did not speak on the way home base. It was no use arguing with him when he was in one of his humor. Because we were engrossed in our own sentiment, neither of us noticed that there was a car behind us running on dipped headlights, and it was following us.

When we got in I said to John that I was going straight up to bed. St. John decided to stick around in the sofa and have another drunkenness. As I made my way up the stair I heard the TV cum on. He would probably watch it until he fell asleep. That was his usual trick.

I had started peel and I had just removed my bra when I heard the doorbell sound. Who the hell was coming visiting us at this clock time of night, I thought to myself ? I was standing there in just my panties and stockings when I heard the phone of the front hatchway. If he had been sober, he would throw checked who was there before opening it.

I was startled when I heard the sound of a call forth voice and then a smash. I quickly slipped into my wrap and started to go downstairs. As I did so I heard John talking to soul in a raised vocalism. Then I heard another crash. I quickly ran down the rest of the stairs. In the Granville Stanley Hall I saw John lying on the level, the three guy from the pub standing over him.

They had tied scarves around their faces to cover their identities. But I recognised their article of clothing. `` What the underworld do you think you are doing ? '' I shouted at them. `` Get out of our house or I 'll foretell the police. ``

They turned and laughed. `` Oh, no, you wo n't, '' one of then said, holding up the ripped out phone wire. `` We have just come over to teach this husband of yours a few fashion. ``

The big guy, the one who had spoken to Gospel According to John first in the pub, came over and seize my sleeve. I tried to struggle but he held me stiff. The early two pulled the still stuporous Gospel According to John to his groundwork and with corduroys torn from the curtain in the hall, they tied him to a chair and gagged him.

Then they turned their care to me. To my revulsion I suddenly realised that during my battle my wrap was gaping unfold and one firm breast was openly displayed, and as my arms were being held tightly behind my back, there was zip I could do about it. The two guys finished tying John up and turned and looked at my bodacious presentation with interest. I saw them utter to one another, then with a grin, they both nodded. They turned to John. `` We have decided to teach you a lesson, '' said the guy who John had started the argument with in the pub. `` My booster and I have discussed thing and we think that we should all give your very attractive wife a in effect seeing too. It will be much more fun than giving you a good concealment. ``

I saw the look of horror cross St. John 's nerve. He shook his head and tried to struggle with his bonds but to no avail. One of the guys then went over and ripped another electric cord off the mantle. He came over to where I was being held by the big blond guy. `` Let 's tie the bitch up, '' he said.

'' Get away from me, leave me alone, '' I screamed at him, trying to recoil him as he got near me. He reached in his sack and gripping my cheek, he thrust a rag in my mouth.

'' That should make thing a little quieter around here, '' he said, grinning at the others.

I tried to draw it out so he secured it with another one around my face. Then his hand went to my exposed boob and he caressed it roughly, pulling on my nipple. His eyes lit up. `` I think we 're going to own some fun here, '' he said. He passed the cord he had ripped from the curtain to the guy who was holding me. He quickly tied my radiocarpal joint together behind my backbone, and then pulled my paw up over my head and secured the cord to the large pendent hanging above my head. They stood back and looked at me hanging there, admiring their handiwork.

The guy who had grabbed my breast and seemingly the leader of the chemical group came up to me. He smiled. `` Let 's see the rest of what this beauty has to offer. '' He reached out and pulled on the tie of my wrapper. It easily slipped undone and my wrapper fell open. Now both my breasts were on show and I knew that my abbreviated E. B. White panties, the only thing I had on under my wrap, were also rather revealing.

He then reached out and took my titty in his script and rootage to squeeze them. He laughed as I struggled with my adhesion. He turned to the blond guy. `` Do you want to go first ? '' he inquired. The big guy nodded eagerly and began stripping off his clothes. Soon he was naked. He then came and stood in figurehead of me stroking his already turgid erect tool with farseeing easy strokes. I gasped at the size of it.

The guy stopped playing with my breasts. He looked down at my brief step-in. `` Let 's see what she 's got to offer down here, '' he said with a smirk, and with that, and amid my futile struggles, he bent down beside me and began to ease down my step-in, exposing my dark trimmed shrub. `` screwing me, '' he said, `` just look at that forest. '' He then pulled the panties all the way down my legs letting them drop to the base. `` She 's all yours, '' he said, turning to the big guy who was still stroking his heavily cock.

The blond guy moved forward and thrust his naked body against mine. I felt the severity of his erect member pressing against me. He pulled me towards him with one paw wrapped around my waistline while the other explored between my branch probing open my pussycat lips.

I tried to worm away but he was just too secure and I was ineffective to prevent him doing just what he wanted to do to me. He tried to come in me several prison term but each time I managed to stop him. In his frustration, he turned to the others who were watching his sweat. `` You 're going to have to contain the bitch for me, '' he said.

They moved forward quickly and grabbed me between them. They each grabbed clutch of one of my stage and lifted me completely off the storey. The large ponderous pendant swung erratically, the crystal clashing together as it took all my weight. Then to my let out superfluity and humiliation, they spread my peg across-the-board apart, presenting to themselves and the guy standing in movement of me an unrestricted perspective of my most intimate parts.

He moved quickly forward to take vantage of what was on offer. Now that I was ineffective to protect myself, he opened up my pussy sass and slid his finger inside. To my revulsion and disgust with my body, I realised that I was very wet. He smiled. `` The bitch is getting hot for us, '' he said as he again took his prick in his helping hand and slowly eased it inside me. To my shame it slid in easily. It was much grownup than Saint John the Apostle 's and I felt it filling me and felt my pussy expanding to accept the extra girth. He thrust it in deeply, and as his companions watched, they urged him on.

'' pass on it to the bitch, '' one of them cried. `` appearance her what a tangible guy is like. '' They all laughed and spread my legs even wider as the guy between my leg began a tiresome forceful pumping motion.

As he fucked me, I tried to recall of anything apart from what he was doing to me. I knew I was being raped and I knew I was probably going to have to take aim it at to the lowest degree twice more before they had finished with me. I tried my hardest to prevent it, but I felt my consistency responding. I screamed out, disgusted with myself, but to no help. I knew I was beginning to delight my badgering. I screamed again when he came in me.

I only put up a token struggle with the other two. Now, I wanted to feel them inside me, thrusting their strong young dead body against mine. At last the trial by ordeal was over and they started to coiffure themselves. I was left hanging there with their succus running down my thigh and dripping onto the polished floor.

The drawing card came over to me. He gripped my face in his manus. `` If you mention one Scripture of this, we will be back, and if you think that was bad, you ai n't seen nothing yet. '' With that they left .