Forced into a kneeling position by ankle stocks, with my arms suspended on chains above my head I was powerless to prevent his hand from crossing my b...elly, down my smooth, hair-less triangle to delve between my captive legs. Soon I would be stripped and with my lot number painted on my forehead, put on the block where rich men would compete with each other, my naked body to go to the highest bidder to be harnessed to a carriage and whipped around a race-track. Humiliating? Maybe, but in. "Not until next week now, Darling. He has other people's gardens to look after, too, you know!"While they were driving home, Danny was chatting away as usual, but while listening to him, Bea also tried to get her thoughts in order regarding Ben. Her parent's look wasn't exactly one of disapproval: rather, it seemed to be saying 'be careful!' Bea wondered if they were right: was her son getting too attached to Ben? And what did she really think about the good looking gardener?Danny was so. I heard her digging around in that giant purse again. I wasn't able to decipher the sounds that followed. Not until she stepped up and I felt her body rubbing against me. Her big stomach and her huge, pendulous breasts pressed against me and I shuddered in revulsion. At the same time something long and hard and cold was being forced between my upper thighs and rubbing against my vulva.The woman finally spoke in a cold, heartless voice. She chuckled and said, "You've been having a pretty easy. He wrapped a supporting arm under her hips as he slide his other hand around her, seeking and finding the wet opening to her pussy. “OH MY,” Lansette gasped as Mitch pushed a finger deep inside her at the same moment he started to snack on her flash point. As he ate like a starving man, she cried out, “OH … Don’t stop!” and clutched his head to keep him there. She was aware of his roughness but did not want him to stop. He did not need guidelines on how to make a female squirt. He knew just by.