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The improver MILF
The humanitarian MILF -2

Her legs were unshackled. Now what ? They left her there a niggling while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her pegleg were lifted up
They were spread wide 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 open.
In full terror Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, block up, you will pay for this. What is wrong with you.
You can't do this. She could see the promising ignitor even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were bright lights. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the darkness for so yearn her centre 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 depart ? Her arms and legs ached.
Her back scathe. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.
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My son had done a good job. Everything was perfect. Joan was hung up
like the shag pig she is. Helpless, peg blanket spread out, ready for anything we liked.
The hopeful lights showed off her chunky thighs. Her thighs were wide,
fatty, just right. Her ramification were pulled so far back, her cunt
stuck out ready to be fucked.

The medicine was turned up. Heavy blaring rock music. I was surely she was
completely disoriented. respectable rock candy music, we are gon na rock her ass.

ROCK THAT ASS.

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

MILF pith.

We all had a good laugh over that. High –Fives.
The boys really had the tech stuff down. nestling are full with that.
They set up the television camera to film the fun. We had monitors so we could see what was recording.
We dimmed the lights a bit and placed one of the monitor so the MILF could watch.

I mean not every man of bitch meat gets to check themselves get beaten and fucked.

I ran my hand over her thighs. I could feel the fat ripples. I could find the quiver in her
stage. I could see the fear in her face. I had on a grotesque mask. We all did.
The son had been very originative thinking of all the details. My men went up and down her thighs.
I ran my digit over her slit and spread her mouth. Terry had his hands on her breasts.
I conjecture he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.

We wrote in mark on her second joint, smack here, MILF meat.

We were in no hurry. She wasn't going anywhere. LOL
mickle of crying, mumbling, begging.
Pretty suspect tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.
Like I really give a screwing ? Sir Thomas More Irish bull.

WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED - OH YEA

Tom was fascinated by her clitoris. It was a good sized MILF button.
She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.
rafts of youthful 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
boy gave her a little slap to the face, just to get her attention.

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

Each of the boy slapped her. They really got a kick out of it as they kept at it
for a while. It was fun watching the meat ripple with each smacking. Of course
she was crying and screaming. I don't be intimate why ? This was zero yet.

Her MILF meat got pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who
could pee the brassy slap. I have to allow in the whole thing was pretty surreal.
Slapping those stumpy thigh, hearing the slap, watching the joggle, good fun for all.

I decided to let Tom go first. He was the untried and had never had any yet.
I guess some nose candy line from some school fornicatress, but that is not veridical sex ?
We all were going to get one go around before we got into some sonorous responsibility
punishment.


Of course it was pretty cool because she could observe all this while it was happening.
She could see from both end, the receiving and the giving.
Tom dropped his bloomers. All this ass slapping and he was really gruelling. 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.

Lashkar-e-Toiba tilt AND ROLL.

We cranked the medicine way. The early three of us stated to yell and scream.

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

YES BITCH YOU ARE passing TO RAPED Tom screamed at her,

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

He leaned forward and saliva in her face. H e expectoration again and again trying to hit her right in the eye.
Her face was dripping tongue. I liked the look. I call it the spittle Look.

YEHAW. ass 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 slant
Her arms and legs being stretched. The metal frame she was strung up screetched from the variant

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

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

CUM DRIPPED FROM HER FAT twat

Barry was future. The bitch 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 open ready for the next stopcock. Barry had a grim mask.
A lamia mask. The human face of death. He had a little surprise. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left breast and tied a tenuous circle around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it hard. One way and then the other. The
beef was screaming.

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

He roped the former beef tit, tieing it mean. He tied them together with a roach
Pulling them close up together and the pulled the roach over the like command processing overhead bar
holding her ramification and branch. He pulled the circle stretching the tits up in front end of her face.

Without warning he smacked her kitty-cat with his hand.
It was overwhelming, the MILF was howling.
In a bit he was inside her. The mo hammer for the whore.

vacillation back and Forth River with his hips she was taking her second fucking, her second rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the R-2 hanging her tits, stretching them even more.

I got to say, I never been so proud of my son.
The improver MILF MEAT was taking the shtup of her life and the night was early, very early.

To Be Continued