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

Her wooden leg were unchained. Now what ? They left her there a petty while.
Then hands grabbed her ankle and her branch were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her carpus with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide of the mark open.
In good panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, stop, you will pay for this. What is untimely with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright igniter even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were brilliant lights. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the iniquity for so long her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masquerade. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her branch and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.
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My male child had done a good job. Everything was everlasting. Joan was hung up
like the fuck pig she is. Helpless, legs wide open, cook for anything we liked.
The bright lights showed off her chunky thighs. Her second joint were wide,
fatty, just right. Her legs were pulled so far back, her pussy
stuck out fix to be fucked.

The music was turned up. Heavy blaring Rock music. I was sure she was
completely disoriented. undecomposed rock music, we are gon na sway her ass.

rock THAT ASS.

Barry shouted into my ear. MILF heart. I laughed. He took a marker and wrote on
her forehead.

MILF MEAT.

We all had a good laugh over that. High –Fives.
The boys really had the tech stuff down. tyke are good with that.
They set up the cameras to plastic film the fun. We had monitoring device so we could see what was recording.
We dimmed the Inner Light a bit and placed one of the varan so the MILF could watch.

I mean not every piece of bitch kernel gets to check themselves get beaten and fucked.

I ran my hired hand over her thigh. I could palpate the fat ripples. I could find the quivering in her
peg. I could see the fear in her typeface. I had on a grotesque masquerade. We all did.
The boy had been very creative thinking of all the details. My hands went up and down her thighs.
I ran my finger over her pussy and spread her lips. Dame Alice Ellen Terry had his hands on her breasts.
I guessing he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.

We wrote in marker on her thigh, smack here, MILF meat.

We were in no hurry. She wasn't going anywhere. LOL
lots of crying, mumbling, begging.
Pretty good story tho, she mentions her do-gooder work.
Like I really give a fuck ? more than BULLSHIT.

WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED - OH YEA

Tom was fascinated by her clit. It was a good sized MILF clit.
She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.
Lots of young ebullience. I grabbed her nous by the hair and jerked it around.
This was so much fun and we were only getting started. I held on and each of the
boys gave her a little smack to the font, just to get her attention.

Like I said, we were in no hurry. I knew the wait was just killing her ! ! ! !
LOL Get it ? Killing her ? ? ? ?
It must be very uncomfortable hanging there like that by your sleeve and stage
bent up. Her knees were almost up to her nous.
I gave her thighs a slap and watched the bitch meat jiggle.

Each of the son slapped her. They really got a rush out of it as they kept at it
for a while. It was fun watching the core ripple with each smacking. Of course
she was crying and screaming. I don't know why ? This was nada yet.

Her MILF heart and soul got pretty red with all the slapping. The boy were kinda competing who
could wee-wee the loudest slap. I have to acknowledge the whole matter was pretty surreal.
Slapping those low-set thigh, hearing the slap, watching the jiggle, good fun for all.

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


Of course it was pretty cool because she could watch all this while it was happening.
She could see from both end, the receiving and the giving.
Tom dropped his drawers. All this ass slapping and he was really hard. I have to
admit, I was impressed with his size. He put some spit on his dick and started to
rub against her. He pushed her mouth open with his dick.

LETS Rock AND ROLL.

We cranked the music way. The former three of us stated to squall and scream.

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

YES squawk YOU ARE departure 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 hips and the way she was hanging she would swing by her arms and
legs as far as Tommy would let her. He thrust forward with his men around her rump.

He leaned forward and spitting in her face. H e spitting again and again trying to hit her right field in the eye.
Her face was dripping spit. I liked the feeling. I call it the Saliva spirit.

YEHAW. Fuck her doggie. 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 legs being stretched. The alloy frame she was strung up screetched from the form

clump THUM thump he kept at it. Tom was hot and sweating.

The BITCH, oh she was red, bitch red.
Fuck Ya, YA YA, Tom came inside the MILF. He was a man.
All piece of tail grinning for the boys.

CUM DRIPPED FROM HER FAT cunt

Barry was succeeding. The gripe 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 cunt hung wide exposed ready for the next hammer. Barry had a gruesome mask.
A lamia mask. The face of death. He had a picayune surprisal. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left breast and tied a thin rope around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it toilsome. One way and then the other. The
cunt was screaming.

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

He roped the former bitch tit, tieing it tight. He tied them together with a rope
Pulling them come together together and the pulled the R-2 over the same overhead bar
holding her stage and arms. He pulled the rope stretching the tits up in front of her face.

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

Swinging back and Forth River with his rose hip she was taking her second fucking, her indorse rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the ropes hanging her titty, stretching them even more.

I got to say, I never been so lofty of my son.
The Do-gooder MILF substance was taking the ass of her life and the night was early, very early.

To Be Continued