Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


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

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the nominal head of her, the former to the spine. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the kick. They never said a word.
I was so hard I had my tool out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the belittled orifice in her hood.
Tommy, my new was behind her, his genitals up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my tool up against her abdomen. 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 building, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the Home Improvement store where she helped in the parentage elbow room voice time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to look at upkeep of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed base, made dinner party for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
protection. This was her church's night to prepare a special repast for the homeless person. It was a fussy 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 probability, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and twisted but there was trivial 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 strong-armer was removed
but she was forced into a heavy dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and piss and trough for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The cage doorway was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would amount to condition on her, give her water and change her bowls.
There was no sense of time. She was left in complete darkness.
The same questions and terrible cerebration went through her mind.
Why did they take aim her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have lilliputian money. All I try to do is help oneself people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her weapon were tied and the cloth hood put back over her.
There was only the pocket-size first step for her mouth.

She screamed the same question 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 branch aching. My peg hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up spread-eagle she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was for sure as the hands groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their custody are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to sputter. It was hopeless.
She felt a prick rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. wait, stoppage. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

Pease I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
Fuck the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking improver Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the starting signal.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This loony. 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 hand covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two bodies up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hoodlum and the hand in her mouth made it intemperately to breathe.
handwriting were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to shin, just rivet 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 multitude. I have matter to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the top dog.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a shit who you help.
Old screwing, Homyel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold alloy, the needlelike vane. It traced along her cheek and then down on her bureau
It was obvious, it meant to dash her. The sharp blade pressed against her skin
Joan shuddered. She was to scared to even talk.
She didn't dare movement, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. Stop Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bra was cut off. The blade traced blood against her titty. It pushed tough
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her perspiration pants and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife hint against her pantie on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The tongue sword pushed way her pussy brim. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the tongue place.
Hand grabbed her now nude private constituent. She could hear jape,
leer. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

big H, she felt a concentrated slap to her ass. The another to her breast. Then to her crotch which
Was wide spread, spread eagled. The smacking kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a flavour to the promontory. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would make out from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were unshackled. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her leg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied future to her wrists with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide open.
In full-of-the-moon panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, block off, you will pay for this. What is untimely with you.
You can't do this. She could see the brilliantly lights even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were bright lightness. She wanted to calculate
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so long her eye were blinded.
The slight she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it get down ? Her arms and wooden leg ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .