Betty stood in the kitchen doing dishes enjoying the view over the freshly manicured backyard. She loved the way the company she hired did their work, smoothly mowed lawn, weeded flower bed, pruned flower bow and moistened prime petals, just perfect.

While she was admiring the prospect, a Whitney Young char passed by pushing a fertiliser spreader."That's odd"she thought,"they usually put fertilizer in the water truck the wet the lawn with."The former thing that seemed odd was the young woman, 20 or 21 years of age, was not wearing a company uniform.

Betty took a tea towel from the comeback, dried her manpower and went to enquire."misfire, girl excuse me,"she called out exiting through the balcony door."Excuse me."She continued until she was near enough to see the Pres Young woman was wearing earplugs with a cord trailing down to one of her plump for pockets. Betty continued forward until she could meet the articulatio humeri of the young fair sex startling her.

"Sorry,"Betty started while the untested woman removed her earplugs allowing music to break away,"but who are you ?"

"Oh, I'm with Yard-care, didn't anyone tell you I was coming ?"

"No, and what are you doing, I thought the lawn was fertilized by the water truck, and where's your uniform ?"

"Oh, just started today, that's why no uniform, none my size, and when the son were here, they phoned in and said they saw some sens and thinning grass, can't have that, bad for company report. Here"she added pulling a business card from one of her pockets,"phone this numeral, to verify."

Betty took the card and returned to the house while the young woman returned to her study. Entering the house, she picked up her jail cell headphone and dialed the telephone number on the card.

"Lawn-care,"a cleaning lady's voice answered after one ring,"how can we help you ?"

Betty explained who she was and why she was calling to the person on the phone who replied,"Oh, I'm sorry about this confusion, yes, we did send her out there for upgrade, we take pridefulness in our customers'lawns and want them to be perfect. As to why you weren't pre-told, we have a large turnaround of staff, not virtually multitude's career pick, probably just a education issue that I'll story for rectification, again our apologies."

Satisfied with the reply she received over the telephone, Betty hung up and returned to her dishes.

That Nox, after retiring, Betty was awoken by a strange noise from another room. Looking up, she noticed her bedroom curtain were softly waving from the air current coming through the blind."Shit,"she thought,"probably left the balcony doorway open again."She sat up, dangling her legs over the side of the bed, and fumbled with her fundament until they found and slid into her slider. She was about to retrieve her night robe when she thought, as iniquity as the night was, her nightgown would suffice. As she entered the hallway, she saw a light coming, seemingly by the lamp in the corner of the aliveness elbow room, and wondered if, at 35, she was going gaga leaving both the balcony door open and a lamp on. Moving from the hallway into the livelihood room, Betty let out a calorie-free gasp as she saw a figure, now turning in her instruction to find the source of the randomness, rummaging through her desk.

"You !"Betty said in surprise recognizing the Pres Young gentlewoman from earlier in the day,"What the fu ..."

Suddenly, the young charwoman started to run toward the balcony room access but, due to proximity and Betty's long reach, was stopped as she felt her hair pull her head back. As she twist to free her hair's-breadth, she threw a untamed swing at Betty, which was easily blocked by the outstretched arm holding her hair.

"Give it up girly,"Betty advised,"I'm three in taller and have at least twenty,"then thinking about she was saying corrected herself,"near ten pounds on you."

Still struggling, the unseasoned woman shouted,"Let go of me kick !"

"kick ? Oh girly, you just earned yourself one snake pit of an ass whooping before I call the police."Betty told her while taking a wooden swayer from the desk and dragging her captive by the hair over to the couch. As Betty sat, she yanked the rootage of her indignation over her lap, holding her there with all the weight she could apply to the arm she lay across the immature woman's back saying,"It would probably do you a world of honest if this was on the bare, but this will do,"raising the swayer in preparation of teaching a lesson.

Betty felt the ruler as it was pulled from her hand and smacked against the side of her pass causing her to let go of her clasp on the individual lying on her lap.

"About fucking metre Joey,"the formerly threatened fair sex yelled regaining her foot,"what were you waiting for ?"

"Sorry Page,"Joey, the voice Betty recognized from the speech sound earlier answered,"waited for a chance to arrest her off his guard, thought a cow this size of it might be able-bodied to take us both."

hearing the voice refer to her as a cow, Betty recoup from the nose candy to the head and jumped at the cleaning woman who insulted her, knocking them both on the primer coat. Sitting on Joey's upper physical structure, Betty began to rain slaps down on the partially protected facial expression below her."Who are you calling cow you stupid little slut ?"Betty asked before feeling a fragile tug on her body before hearing a ripping sound which was soon followed by the force of someone pushing her off her captive and onto the floor. On the floor, Betty felt something wrapper around her throat trying to congest her and she rolled her body to the incline hoping to, and succeeding at, offsetting the counterweight pulling on the strangulation target. As page rolled over Betty, Betty, standing up, pulled the wrap from her cervix and recognized it as function of her nightgown. She looked down at herself to see all she was left wearing was her scanty. From seemingly nowhere, a punch landed self-coloured in her groin bending her over in pain and a sudden kick to her ass knocked her facial expression down on the floor where her two opposer took advantage by taking her torn nightgown and fastening her carpus together behind her book binding. She tried lifting her torso to gather her knees, but the weight of the mortal sitting on her back was too much. She felt one of her articulatio talocruralis being grabbed and pulled back toward her ass where a length of cloth was wrapped around it. Her second mortise joint met the Saami fate before she felt both ankles being pulled closer to her ass."Okay,"she heard Joey instruct,"take this end and drop it between her ankle, pulling it under the slack, good, now take this end, tuck it under her carpus, now tie the two ends together, perfect."The exercising weight came off Betty's back and her two assailants walked around to face her.

Betty, looking up to her audience, fought to free herself from her bindings monition,"Just wait, when I get out of this, the two of you will be begging for the constabulary to come up and take you away."

"Fuck,"Page said returning to the desk,"I am so sick of listening to you."She opened a desk drawer, reached in and returned to Betty holding a pair of scissors grip. Kneeling down, she cut the two slope of Betty's panties, yanked them out from between her legs and forcefully shoved them in Betty's mouth.

Looking down, Joey laughed saying,"I once had a boyfriend who was into this."

Page took out her prison cell speech sound saying,"Well, I can record some footage for you to air to him."

"Yeah, he might like that, but he prefers watching them struggle more than watching them lay there."

"Not a problem."page said handing Joey the cell telephone set, Here, get set up to record."and walked away.

Betty couldn't see where Sir Frederick Handley Page went, but she heard the refrigerator doo afford and close before page returned, knelt beside her, pushed her hands to the slope and inserted an ice third power deep in her ass.

Betty's body reacted immediately. It bucked and strained against its bandaging, it rolled, as best it could, trying to find a position that might help dislodge its object of agony but remained unsuccessful.

pageboy took the headphone from Joey and placed it on the floor where it could record Betty's ‘ dance of discomfort'and said to Joey,"C'mon, while she's occupied, search the rest of the house."In the half hour it took the girls to rifle the sign, the ice cube had melted enough that Betty managed to expel it, but not the discomfort it had created.

Page and Joey finally returned to the living room and retrieved the phone before heading toward the balcony door."Wait,"Joey said turning back to look at Betty,"what about her ?"

"What about her ?"Page echoed.

"We can't just forget her here like that, what if no one finds her, I don't know about you, but I don't want a expiry on my conscience."

Sir Frederick Handley Page stared at Betty and thought for a few minutes,"What if we let mortal know she needs help ?"

"How,"Joey questioned"if we phone it in they might be capable to hound us."

"I have an idea,"Page assured her"come with me."and Page led Joey to the bedroom returning with nightie which they were tearing into prospicient strips. They dropped the shredded strips on the couch and, each grabbing Betty under an arm, carried her to and bent her over the back of the couch, her ass high in the air.

Using the scissors, Joey cut the banding of cloth looping between Betty's ankle joint and wrist joint, allowing her branch to drop into a more comfortable position. Thomas Nelson Page and Joey each selected an unused distance of shredded nightgown and affixed one end of their respective ragtime to one of Betty's wrists. As soon s Joey cut the cloth binding Betty's wrists together, the girl pulled their various tatter causing Betty's arms to overspread toward the forepart legs of the lounge where they were tightly fastened. The fille then walked around the couch and similarly fastened Betty's ankles to the rearward legs of the cast causing the hairy incision between Betty's ramification to widen.

"Now,"Page explained walking toward the bedroom,"to make sure someone knows she needs assist, we'll leave a message. Go get a piece of music of paper from the desk and save a heavyweight ‘ aid'sign."

"Like this ?"Joey asked showing Page as she return from the bedroom hiding something in a pillowcase.

"Perfect."Page smiled putting down the slip,"Now all we have to do is lodge it to the windowpane where the great unwashed will see it. Betty,"varlet added before turning her attending to the spreadeagled cleaning woman asking,"do you take care holding the signboard, if you do just say so."An identical series of grunt came from the gagged mouth."Did that sound like a ‘ no'to you ?"She asked Joey, who just shrug her shoulders,"Me neither, c'mon, help me move this"page said moving to one end of the couch while Joey went to the early. They pushed the furniture together until it was roughly a foot from the almost floor-to-ceiling curtained depiction windowpane,"Whoa, good on your end."varlet told Joey while she continued to push her end until it was only three in away from the window. Reaching for the previously obtained pillowcase, varlet reached in and pulled out a bottle of sexual lubricant saying,"I'm keeping the leftover of this, it says it warms and sensitize common soldier areas, kinda like a stimulant,"as she applied some to the hairy opening between Betty's legs,"and"she continued reaching into the slip again,"I found out why her snatch is so big, THIS !"while emphasizing the go word, Sir Frederick Handley Page showed Joey a vibrator, a very boastfully vibrator.

"Holy shtup,"Joey said, quivering with excitement and optic widening with amazement,"how big is that thing ?"

"Box I found it in said 9"long and 2"wide, makes you wish well you had a guy with one like this, don't it ?"Page asked while smoothing lotion along it's imitation head and shaft.

"Definitely,"Joey agreed,"but how is it going to stick the mansion to the windowpane ?"

"I'll show you, go back to your side of the couch,"When Joey returned to the couch, Page held the polarity to the window and put the two-dimensional end of the vibrator against it,"Now, slowly pushing it back until it's the same distance from the window as my end."

Betty was going crazy, her pussy was O.D.ing on the stimulating lube and she needed a fuck so bad she was looking forward to feeling her pet toy inside her just to ease the pounding throbbing of her clitoris, but it wasn't happening. As the couch was pushed back, she felt the top dog if her toy kiss her anus. Slowly the couch pushed back, slowly the phallus forced an opening in her stiffen ass, and slowly the pain of her virgin opening increased. One inch, two inches, three inches, still it entered, deeper and cryptic until a full seven or eight inches passed into her intestine. Within seconds, the warm, tingling essence of the lube offset the pain of her being entered until she could not tell apart which drew her attention more.

"That's good."Page said to Joey before walking around to confront Betty adding,"Don't you worry,"she slid a hot seat to the front doorway and forcefully wedged it under the threshold handle,"this will prevent any barf'oes from bothering you before help comes."Then coming back to the sofa, she told Betty,"Remember, try not to writhe too a great deal, you might bump the mark down."Then, reaching over Betty, Thomas Nelson Page turned the vibrator hurrying to medium before hitting the scratch button and pulling on the electric cord opening the mantle."Hope you enjoy your toy as a lot as your rescuers will savor the panorama"she offered as she and Joey left through the balcony door, closing it behind them .