Prior :

The humanitarian MILF


Quickly my hand went between her legs. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the boy. Time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three pairs of work force
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder squawk was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front man of her, the other to the dorsum. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the squawk. They never said a word.
I was so surd I had my cock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the little opening in her hood.
Tommy, my unseasoned was behind her, his fork up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my shaft up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 time of day Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. meddlesome, but every day was fussy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to process early. Then she headed off to church building, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the base melioration storage where she helped in the stock room part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to make care of well-nigh of their own indigence.

Joan rushed menage, made dinner for the boys to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's dark to prepare a especial meal for the homeless person. It was a busy night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a long day. Where is that key ?
She never had a luck, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and twine but there was picayune she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to go on to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was untied, and the cowl was removed
but she was forced into a large dog batting cage. Her assaulter wore masks.
She got food and water and bowl for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The coop room access was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would add up to crack on her, give her water and change her bowls.
There was no sensation of time. She was left in over darkness.
The same dubiousness and terrible view went through her mind.
Why did they read her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have lilliputian money. All I try to do is help people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was glad to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the material thug put back over her.
There was only the small possibility for her mouth.

She screamed the same questions but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her sleeve were stretched over her head.
My blazon ache. My wooden leg hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up spread-eagled she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was sure as shooting as the handwriting groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their hired man are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the nous she tried not to struggle. It was hopeless.
She felt a prick rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

pea I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
roll in the hay the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking do-gooder Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the start.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This looney. I know what they are going to do.
Why ME. I am not hot. Why did they take me.
Joan tried to ask again for them t let her go but
a hand covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two torso up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hood and the handwriting in her mouth made it knockout to breathe.
handwriting were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to fight, just centralise on breathing.

Then is stopped. Just like that. She couldn't see anything.
What were they doing. What next.
Look, I have some money, I'll give you everything.
I haven't seen you. You can let me go.

I help people. I have things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a mother fucker who you help.
Old fucking, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
poor fish bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the inhuman metal, the keen sword. It traced along her cheek and then down on her pectus
It was obvious, it meant to frighten away her. The needlelike blade pressed against her skin
Joan shuddered. She was to scared to even babble out.
She didn't daring move, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. diaphragm Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bras was cut off. The blade traced line of merchandise against her titty. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A manus grabbed her sweat gasp and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife tincture against her panties on her cunt lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties driblet away.
The knife vane pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her second joint and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hired hand took the tongue place.
Hand grabbed her now naked individual component part. She could hear laughs,
sneer. She shuddered as she was touched in her secret parts.

big H, she felt a hard slap to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was wide opened, counterpane eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the pass. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would come from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were unshackled. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankle joint and her legs were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her carpus with Mexican valium to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide open.
In full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, hold on, you will pay for this. What is awry 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 burnished visible light. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so long her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her subdivision and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .