I try to untie my hands but the twisting and turning had gotten them tighter. I look over hoping my phone is not charged but the damn thing is at 87%....I start feeling pain now as it pounds me. I shriek and scream for help. I hear nothing. No can hear a girl being pounded hard by a fucking an**al machine withering cumming again and again. And who would? My mother liked to live around the nature and therefore lived in the outskirts in a lone house. "Stoppp!!!", I scream hoping for something to. She spread the floor plan on a table and tried to match the requirements of the floor plan with the show room. I stood close to her observing her more than the floor plan as she bent over the floor plan her sexy and desirous breasts were visible to me clearly. I smelled the aroma from her hair. It was heady and intoxicating. She was explaining me something but I was not concentrating and she looked up at me. My eyes were full of lust and desire. She stood transfixed at the intensity in my eyes. ..Mrs Coppins was there. Standing at the side of the bed looking down at me. She was smiling! She took the pillow away and tossed it somewhere behind her then bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I had never been kissed before and the world was spinning. I could tell she was doing something while her lips were pressing against mine and when she straightened her skirt was gone and her blouse undone as she shrugged out of it. She stood there in her bra and panties with the suspenders poking out. The blade continued, parting the heavy fabric until it reached the hem and the skirt parted like curtains opening. He reversed the knife so that it pointed backwards along his arm, then, with infinite care, he split the waist band of her tights. The knife was laid on the floor, close enough to be reached quickly if needed. His calloused hands grasped her tights, with one huge yank, he rent them from her, tearing them to ribbons. He tore at them, pulling and ripping until they were completely.