The only other thing in this bare-walled prison is a lidded, oval metal bucket about two feet high. It’s against the far wall.Rog and Renae come to ...me and Scott to introduce themselves. I don’t hear what they say as we shake hands — my eyes only see his bulging slacks or her loose tits in her tank top. Self, stop it! As I wander the room looking for secret access panels or cameras, I wonder what we are going to do in here for a full day. The others search the room too and chatter about how. The intruder ignored her cries, as he took hold of her panties and ripped those from her body as well. Gayle laid there on the cold tiled floor, wheezing and muttering with fear, as the intruder loomed over her with lust in his eyes. “Please...I'm married. Don't do this to me,” Gayle cried, gasping for air.Then, the intruder placed his hand on her face. Gently, he stroked her cheek, nearly petting her like how one would calm a scared dog. Gayle stilled sobbed and breathed erratically, but. They had traveled this road many times. As they turned a corner in the road, they were confronted by a band of scruffy looking young men. There were three of them; more than her elderly driver could fight off. One of the men looked in the carriage and saw the long curly red hair of the woman sitting clutching her breast as if to ward off an attack. The man pulled her arms away from her heaving chest to reveal the cream colored tops of her breasts above the corset she wore under her dress. He. "Yes Robbie yes! keep going! keep going!" she urged me as I pounded on at her.My hard big cock plunged into her wet warm hole, and Mrs Jones groaned over and over clearly loving every second of it, then her phone began to ring, and quickly she snapped back to reality."Stop Robbie stop! I've got to answer that!" she said pushing me off of her.Once I had popped out of her wet cunt, Mrs Jones quickly jumped down off the counter, crossed the kitchen to the table in the middle of the room, and.