The skirt of her dress was so tight I could tell she wasnt wearing anything underneath. Her husband was almost same heighght as Shane. He had a bright...blue mohawk that stood about four inchs high and his eyes were the same bright blue . he dressed in baggy jeans a MISFITS t-shirt and a few large silver rings on each hand. He was tattooed full sleeve on both of his sculpted arms and a couple on his neck. The four of sat and talked for a long while, knocking back a few shots, laughing and. Before long, two of the guys moved either side of her and started to rub her shoulders and arms before moving their hands down to her breasts. She told me it was making her extremely horny but scared at the same time. There were a lot of guys in that room, maybe eight or ten and each and every one of them were sporting a hard on!! Having had so much to drink though, she was finding it hard to stay in control. In a halfhearted effort to stop them, she showed them her wedding ring and told them. Her body was an absolute temple to sex appeal. She had huge breasts -- massive, but not so big as to be absurd -- that today, as usual, stretch to the maximum a form-fitting pink sweater. A tight, black leather skirt did very little to hide the obscene curve of her hips. The skirt did nothing at all to hide the sensuality of her legs, because it ended just about an inch below her crotch. From there down to her black leather pumps, the view was unobstructed of the smooth lines made even more. Luckily she didn't have pierced ears.Again the voice, "They're real. This will sell for a fortune!" Again Mrs. had no idea what they said but she did know she had just been robbed of her expensive pearls as well as all of her cash.A hand grabbed her hair bun and pulled until it came loose sending her long, dark brown hair cascading down her back.The men continued to shove Poor Mrs. back and forth. One pinched her bum hard, and another one grabbed her tits through her conservative, white.