She put her arm out as if she was going to usher Emily upstairs as though nothing was out of the ordinary - nothing to see here folks. John glanced up...at his departing wife’s back, saw Emily again, and flushed a dull shade of red. He looked away quickly, but I could see that he was ogling her out of the corner of his eye. I didn’t blame him in the slightest; his daughter had an absolutely fantastic body even if I personally preferred more curves on a woman. Emily must have been able to sense. "Yes… you, fucking bastards… I love it” I hissed softly.Clinton pushed his cock even harder, making me groan in pain.“Yes, bitch… Let me know you like it… "Let's hear you beg for it." Over and over these bastards tormented me, hurting my holes with their thick cocks. Clinton pumped my asshole real hard, in and out of me so fast that my whole body shook with each violent stroke. But then, bit by bit, the pain reverted into pleasure. And I started to move hard against both stiff dicks. My cunt. She made reservations at her favourite pub andfinally we met in the evening around 8:30 at the decided place. She was lookingamazingly hot in a black dress and high heels again. I had an instant bonerwhen I had a glimpse of her gorgeous cleavage and I guess she noticed it andsmiled a bit. We hugged and then went to our table, the converstion with theusual how was your day and stuff and then as the drinks arrived I pestered her again and againand finally she agreed for a tasting a beer a great. ‘He’ll kill one of us, he’s too strong.’ Sheri went to the scared girl, falling to her knees in front of her with a groan. ‘I know you are afraid, Michelle. I am too and so is Tina. But we have to be strong if we are going to survive this. You want out of here, don’t you?’ She waited for the girl’s nod. ‘Then we have to save ourselves.’ ‘O… Okay,’ she said after a long hesitation. ‘B… but how?’ ‘I have an idea,’ Tina answered here, a cruel smile forming upon her normally gentle face. * * * *.