, to cross paths with this fine specimen of humanity. She was a single parent working weekend evenings at a second job in order to make ends meet. The...walk home was only three blocks, and it was through what was considered a safe neighborhood. Unfortunately, Barabbas "Monk" Monkton, leader of the Satan's Swordsmen Riding Association, happened to be tooling down that same street on his iron steed.He brutally raped and sodomized Marianne and might have done even worse had not neighbors, alerted. Faster she moved and now he was thrusting against her as her orgasm neared with a speed and intensity that astounded her. She cried out as the last thrust pushed her over the edge he stopped as she knelt there quivering impaled to the hilt on him. The cowboy was close to coming himself and so was upset when she rose and smiled down at him. ‘Thanks for the fuck.’ His mouth dropped open. ‘What about me?’ Vivian looked at Cathy who rose to finish him off. ‘Good girl. She’ll get you off.’ Vivian. Then 6 lovely ladies, smiling and waving, deplaned and headed our way while shouting, “We’re with the USO and we’re here to entertain you!” That evening they performed in our recreation building. Some sang, some danced, and some did both. At times some of them would perform in skimpy attire which they changed into in a corner of the room where all of us could see them in only their bras and panties while they changed. There must have been 40 hard, throbbing cocks in that room. This. “Pull the dress further up”, he pleaded.I ignored his request and tormented him by cloaking my naughty bits. After all, covering comes naturally to us, as it is a time-honoured custom. This also included my face to conceal my real identity.His incessant pleading continued and I kept on provoking; with my body language. Moreover, this was the closest that a burqa-clad traditional woman could fathom about miniskirt.Alas, he dropped his bermudas along with the briefs. The moment he dragged the.