The all took turns jamming the shafts in my mouth. I had no choice but to comply. In all the madness of the cock sucking i felt hands trying to access...my pussy and i instinctly closed my legs but that was futile over powerful hands. One chap held the left leg and one held the right spread eagle. One cut my panties off with his knife and my tight cunt was laying bare, oddly, slighty moist.'look at this slut' one growled 'we about to **** her and she fucking wet.OK slut we will give you what you. Then I increased the speed and started stroking it harder. One by one, I inserted my fingers and went deep into Dhivya’s pussy and started stroking it inside. Dhivya couldn’t move as she was tied. She shouted like hell. I gave her pussy one tight slap and asked her to keep quiet.I then turned upside down and pushed my cock into her mouth and started mouthfucking while I licked her pussy in 69 position. It was so wet and the juices were dripping. Mmm.. I loved that smell. Only lovers can feel. I sobbed as I found that getting beyond my hands and knees was impossible. Speech also was not an available option to me. The mouthpiece of the suit held my tongue flat to the floor of my mouth. My days were spent being dressed by Abigail in the multitude of clothes that her parents had provided. She wash and bath me, put on a clean nappy and plastic pants and then a dress and other girly things. I wanted to scream to be free but I couldn't even do that. I thought how ironic it was that here. Our daughters had cheerleading practice that afternoon so I knew that we would be alone for a couple of hours. I rushed out and bought a pair of black stockings and some clothe line rope at my local Wal-Mart, and returned home. My husband found me in nothing but black stockings, the magazine opened up to the page of how I wanted to be tied up, and the rope next to me. “What the hell are you thinking?” He asked. “ At your age, you’re 48 years old, get your clothes back on.”I was devastated. I.