”“I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!” she yelled, and she threw a punch with her free arm into the man’s face, nearly breaking his nose. She kicked a se...ond man as he approached. A third grabbed her from behind, and she kicked his shin.They fell on her, easily overpowering her. Tricia screamed and kicked, and a hand covered her mouth. She was pulled back and easily lifted by several of the gang members and carried to a picnic table. She struggled and fought against the men, kicking, thrashing, and fighting. Then his hand left my body and moved to his zipper.I heard him lower it and soon I felt the throbbing heat from his naked hard cock against my belly. I began to struggle more, but again it was useless.My beloved husband had promised his friend that he could fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. His friend took my hand and pushed it down until I could feel his hard shaft against my palm. He ordered me to stroke him. I clenched my fist, determined I was not going to make it easy for. M. Saturday and Lily was already in the apartment filling boxes and green garbage bags with loose items that were sitting around. Jeremy carried the bags and boxes down the stairs to the garage and stacked the keepers on a pallet and the disposables in the far corner closest to the bay door. Then he started carrying down the stationary bike, a small treadmill and boxes of record albums.Lily started looking through the stacked boxes one by one to see what was in them. Then she told Jeremy which. ..my cock and cunt freely available under the table.. in a dark corner... or out in the parking lot bent over the hood of a car.. and maybe a tall thin black dude with glasses follows us out to the parking lot because he's been watching us.. and he knows that you're feeling me up under the table.my eyes have met his while you've been stroking my cock making me work to hide the waves of pleasure that are pulsing through my body.You've been watching Him watching me. He's been watching the flush.