It would spoil all my future plans." Our future plans," Liza added, stroking her fingers lightly through his hair.They drove on leaving the quiet of ...he cemetery behind them.Chapter 6The RapeThe palms of her hands were flat against his fat, hairy belly. His cock was huge and tasted of spoiled tuna fish. Blood and spittle dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin to her breasts.He held the knife to her throat, which was dotted with tiny pricks the sharp point had made.. ..maybe for me...maybe because it really WAS hot. His chest and back glistened with sweat. His cut-off jeans stained against his firm but and his thighs were well formed and cabled with muscle. I watched him idly – not showing any interest, but drinking in the masculine beauty as he went back and forth in front of me. He was watching me as well. I could feel his eyes caress my ass and my inner thighs. GAWD!!! I could practically smell the testosterone over the smell of gas and freshly mown. But the older guy sits besides my wife and started massaging her shoulder, then the younger guy hurriedly kneels down and massage my wife's foot and legs. "Is it good ma'am?" the younger guy ask. But at that point my wife's eyes were closed, enjoying the massage of the repairmen. The older guys hand started to go down my wife's body slowly. He also took the towel off my wife very very slowly without my wife noticing it. My wife's tits are now exposed and the guys eyes popped out seeing it.. She collapsed and fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.The cop, whimpering his pain desperately grabbed for his gun with his unbroken hand. As he clumsily tried to lift his side arm, a nurse carrying an empty bedpan hurried into the room, saw the cameraman faithfully recording everything. Her glance swept over the unconscious woman on the floor and came to rest on the saggy-gutted cop with his fly wide open as he began to raise the gun. With a look of uncontrollable outrage she brought the.