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Neither did the second pair.Two large men approached me; they both had on tracksuits and were wearing ski masks so I couldn’t see their faces. They whispered something to each other then one went back upstairs. Moments later I heard more footsteps and three more men came down to the basement, one of them was carrying my husband who looked to be unconscious. They took him to a pipe that ran down the wall and using our own handcuffs secured him to the wall. To say I was scared would be an understatement.I had horrible images going through my head of what they wanted and what they were going to do to us. The biggest one at least partially answered me; he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. One thing I hadn’t realised because of the ski masks and gloves, they were all black. I was about to be raped by four black guys. He just stepped up between my spread thighs and forced himself into me in one thrust, if I wasn’t wet from my husbands ministrations earlier it would have hurt,. .. "Don't you worry, baby... Mother won't let anything happen to us... s'a promise." Bette Jean patted Gary's hard young thigh reassuringly. There was a bulge under his robe that pressed against her arm as she did. His thing. Still hard just like when he was a baby. Every time she'd changed his diaper he'd always had a tiny erection, his little thing sticking up like a tiny flagpole. She felt a rush of love for this beautiful boy who was growing up now, the penis grown to man proportions. She felt it jerk and throb under her arm. What agony that Wanda must have put him through. She patted him again, her hand sliding and patting across his lap as she brought it up to steady her drink and drain it."Ohhhh, Mom..." he breathed. The blood was beating in his cock something fierce. God her hand felt good patting him like that. He knew she didn't mean anything by it but he wished she wouldn't stop. "You've been so good to me." He sat up dazedly, his head swimming a little and leaned over to.
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Her voice was strange. As if she had problems breathing. And somehow tremulous. That frightened me. “Jill, are you all right?” I asked. “No, I am not. Sorry for disturbing you, but would you please come as soon as possible,” she said and explained where she was. I knew the street. Just two blocks away. I put on my shoes, and ran out. The street looked deserted. A couple of second later, I saw her. Jill was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a tree trunk. She was wearing a simple dark green dress that was accentuating her slim figure and black high-heeled pumps with pointed toe. I drew closer. She managed a faint smile as she saw me. I noticed that her face was very pale, her blue eyes frightened and confused. There was moisture on her cheeks. Still leaning on the tree, she bent her head down looking at her feet, as if ashamed of something. “Jill, what happened?” She hiccupped. Then I saw that her left leg was bent at the knee as if she was trying not to put much weight.

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