She even told them that she wouldn’t tell anyone and that she would let them fuck her again next Saturday if they just let her go.Well they didn’t...just let her go. They found some old rope lying around and tied her hands behind her back. They tied her feet together too. Then they shoved her own panties into her mouth and pushed her out the door onto the sidewalk. Betty Jo hopped around out there until someone noticed her and came to her aid. With her being completely naked, tied up, and gagged. He licked his lips, his eyes glowing with excitement.Feeling the flat of his tongue running from bottom to top, she inhaled deeply. A small shudder went through her body.“Yes,” she said, softly.He was stronger than ever, showing an urgency that had been missing recently. She was wetter than ever, demonstrating desire that needed quenchingShe wriggled and moved to get up, but he was too strong. He parted her and his tongue reached for the tiny bud. It wasn’t as tiny as it had been a few minutes. After I had finished, and put on some fresh clothes, I went to the family room, where I found Louise sitting on the couch, watching the afternoon soap operas. “I don’t know how you watch this stuff” I said, sitting down next to her on her left, and she said, “I don’t know, either. They just suck you in sometimes.” She hit the mute button on the remote, shutting down the sound on the TV, and leaned a little closer to me. “You smell nice,” she said, “straight from the shower.” I turned to. This time I gave her three hundred, and harder than the second hundred last time had been. When I finished she was gasping and breathing heavily, moaning with pleasure, and her bottom was both bright red and red hot. My hand was also sore, with small blisters beginning to form at the base of each finger. I slid my hand between her thighs and searched for her clitoris, and she eased back slightly to allow me access. It was a swollen bud in a moist bed, and as I stroked it firmly she began to.