“What’s the score?” My daughter had always been a fan of watching sports with her daddy.I told her and we settled in to a comfortable silence. S...he snuggled against me, the way she always had since she was a little girl, her legs tucked underneath her, and I put my arm around her shoulders. It felt natural and right, for her and I to be sitting there like that. As she squirmed to get more comfortable, the towel slipped from her top and out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice that. "What's wrong dear?" Nothing. Just I feel a bit itchy, that's all." Happens," said Karen, "sometimes you've been wearing a nice outfit allday and your body then rebels. You're almost home dear. Remind yourselfyou only have an hour and a half left." By the way dear, you have a run in you hose." I looked and saw a smallrun just peeking out from the hem of my skirt, across my left thigh."You must have snagged it when you were scratching. Come here, let mehelp you with that," Karen was acting her. I took a deep breath and struggled to move; but the ropes around my wrists and ankles kept me in position.I then heard a deep unknown voice saying:“Hey, my little bitch is awoken right now…”Somebody approached breathing heavily and began caressing my legs, going up through my thighs until these fingers reached out my well fucked abused pussy lips. I shivered as he shoved a couple fingers deep inside of my cunt:“Nice cunt, bitch, warm and wet just as I like it…” He whispered.I shuddered when I. He was disappointed, but if they had known would probably given him a flash. Distracted by them as they chatted past, he resumed his ogling of the delectable MILF Mrs Diedre Cumjob, unpacking her Range Rover car in the drive way. She might have been scrumptious, forty year old, slightly plump with 45EE tits, but the two fourteen year old kids were prime jail bait for his evil eye.“What’s that sort of rasping noise you’re making Yu?” giggled Cissy as she gave one of their class mates, passing on.