Three female rods of highly energized fissionable sexual material, kept partially apart by the control rods of Ms. Elliot's baggy hide-the-sexuality c...othing, exploded into a steaming, writhing jumble of heat and the sounds of moans, grunts and screams. Like magnets in a junk yard, the positive poles of three pussies, six breasts (and three asses) attracted and drew to themselves the negative poles, the fingers, arms, elbows, thighs, tongues, noses, all the elements that combine to form that. He was literally tearing apart my pussy. I shouted on top of my voice. The entire building could hear me. He slapped me very hard and told me to keep quiet. I was moaning in pain as he finally managed to get inside. He now started stroking my pussy. He became more and more vigorous. I was crying in agony. I could say my moans were a turn on for him as he laughed harder and harder when I cried.After penetrating my vagina, he squeezed my boobs so hard I felt they would burst apart. I mean. She said that I had caught her at a bad time and that she was just about to get in the shower. She looked me over and saw that I was hot and sweaty and asked me if I wanted to join her. Sure!I followed her up to her bedroom and watched as she dropped the towel and headed for her private bathroom. I stripped and followed her in. Mrs. Johnson handed me a bar of soap and just pointed at her pussy. As I washed that hole for almost ten minutes I got her off twice and she told me that her husband was. "The other man slid past Liz and her captor to shut the front door of the diner and then came back for Julia. He pulled her to her feet and the two girls were pushed forward towards the door that led through to the kitchens.As soon as they got there it was clear that the men had more on their minds than robbery. On the floor of the kitchen, three of the diner's waitresses and the chef lay, bound, gagged and blindfolded with strips of grey tape. The three waitresses bore the signs of having.