“You listen”, he said in almost unintellgible English, “You run from here to end of street.While you run, our sisters may chastise the British w...ore, but when you cross line, they may not touch you anymore.When someone shoot gun, you start running.Understand, fat spy cow?”.My mother, in all her naked vulnerability, could do nothing but silently nod yes...Immediately after the hoodlum’s little speach, two of the men grabbed mother’s arms and pointed her in the right direction.One of them pulled. Red, Blue and Green. All wearing huge strapon’s. Mysticemmy became aware she couldn’t move. Her hands and legs chained to the bed spread-eagled and open for all to view and abuse. The wigged women went first. Each heading to one of Mysticemmy’s holes and started to thrust the huge strapon.s into her. Suddenly panicking, Mysticemmy tried to fight off the strapon’s but not having much luck she gave in as the first slid into her wet pussy all the way to the hilt, the next prodding at her tight. I immediately regretted my impulsiveness, brought about by weeks of a lack of sex with my wife and too much masturbation fueled by fantasies of young teens and fucking mature women like Yvonne. She leaned back slightly, I waited for the abusive tirade to come my way. It never happened, instead, she leaned back towards me."I'm a bit too tired to be doing all that exercise, but Emma might oblige you" she whispered into my ear, "She has quite a thing for you"."You're k**ding!" I replied, still in. We got into the car and drove off. She was shivering, but the car got warm quickly - and it has electric heating in the front seats. She liked that.She told me about her apartment on the way. She lived there with her boyfriend who was also a student; although I got the impression he had not taken any final exams yet, much less progressed to post-graduate studies.I enjoyed her company and was almost sad to drop her off outside her front door. "This is so neat," she said. "I don't have to be.