The Do-Gooder Milf - 2


Bdsm, Cum-Swallowing, Humiliation
Prior :

The improver MILF


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

The Do-gooder beef was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front line of her, the early to the dorsum. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so hard I had my peter out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the small scuttle in her hood.
Tommy, my youngest was behind her, his crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my lingua in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was busy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to work early. Then she headed off to Church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the Home Improvement memory board where she helped in the stock room contribution time.
Luckily the male child were old enough to take aim precaution of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boys to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's night to prepare a special meal for the homeless person. It was a in use 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 convolute but there was little she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to happen to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was untied, and the bonnet was removed
but she was forced into a declamatory dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and water supply and trough for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The batting cage threshold was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, give her piss and change her lawn bowling.
There was no sentiency of clock time. She was left in complete darkness.
The same interrogative sentence and wicked thought process went through her mind.
Why did they learn her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have little money. All I try to do is help people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the John Cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her coat of arms were tied and the material tough put back over her.
There was only the pocket-size opening move 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 arms were stretched over her head.
My arms ache. My legs 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 the hired man groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their mitt are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to shin. It was hopeless.
She felt a cock rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

Pease I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
shag the Homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
fucking do-gooder Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the offset.

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

The hood and the hand in her lip made it hard to breathe.
paw were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to struggle, just concentrate on breathing.

Then is stopped. Just like that. She couldn't see anything.
What were they doing. What next.
tone, 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.
expression we don't give a shit who you help.
Old screw, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold metal, the sharp steel. It traced along her cheek and then down on her chest of drawers
It was obvious, it meant to scare her. The sharp leaf blade pressed against her skin
Joan shuddered. She was to scared to even sing.
She didn't dare move, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. Stop Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bras was cut off. The blade traced lines against her breast. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her fret pant and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue trace against her panties on her cunt lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panty drop away.
The knife steel pushed way her kitty lips. It dragged across her thighs and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
deal grabbed her now naked individual region. She could take heed jape,
sneer. She shuddered as she was touched in her common soldier parts.

nip, she felt a hard smacking to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her genital organ which
Was wide give, banquet eagled. The smacking kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the head. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to rule where the next slap would get from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were untied. Now what. They left her there a slight while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her wooden leg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with forget me drug to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was panoptic open.
In replete terror Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, check, you will pay for this. What is awry with you.
You can't do this. She could see the burnished lightness even through the hood.

The toughie 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 long her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

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

To Be continued .
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