I felt hands roaming my body, grabbing my ass cheeks and rubbing my tits..Then the thought hit me like a hammer: those bastards wanted my pussy, not m... purse. I screamed for help, but that only got my head banged against the wall. Both niggers grabbed my arms and pulled me out to one of the picnic areas out of the light, after looking around to make sure nobody else could see us.One of them slapped my face, ordering me to strip off my clothes.But his mate was not so patient; so he made me bend. It looked like it may hold off until he got to the station. Maybe it was the routine that was getting him down. He mused over this as he descended the stairs to the subway. Not a lot to see, as the station was packed on a Friday afternoon. Same old walls, same turnstile he used everyday as he swiped his card. Only the occasional homeless person causing a ruckus, or a street performer allowed variety in his routine. Getting to his platform he gave another sigh. It was completely full for the. Alex heard my variousmoans and noises."Oh, doesn't my girl, like her distraction?" he asked, sounding mockwounded.I hesitated, then nodded slightly, pulling on all my connections while Idid."Well, if you like them, you shouldn't be making such noises... here, letme help you," he offered.A moment later I felt something entering the gag and I though he wasfinally going to ram his cock in me, but then I felt the rubber phallusentering my mouth. Was he shoving a dildo in me?Once the small cock was. I don't think anything short of a bomb could have awakened her Sunday morning. About 9 a.m. Jack came by the house. He looked very depressed and I feared the worst. "Jim could you come help me a few minutes? I got my ole truck stuck to the frame in a mud hole and I need you to help pull it out. I wouldn't bother you knowing you just got back but Sandy is still at church." OK," I said. Let me tell Ann and get my boots."When we were out of sight of the house Jack looked at me and heaved a deep.