She does not look like a terrorist now does she!!" commented Miley in a taunting tone."I am surprised that the Lord did not get rid of you three. Many...good Americans died that day but yet you three remain. That is, what is left you and your kind!!!" sneered Miley's younger sister Sara."Hey watch your mouth sis. The Lord did not get rid of them ... yet. You know what they say. He works in mysterious ways!!" chuckled the younger brother Chris.Aisha got off her swing seat. So did Fatima, then. Their hands cupped my tits, feeling the full juicy fat of my young body, my nipples plump and hard in between their fingers. Hands grabbed and gouged at my ass, scooping up cheeks and spreading them, my panties stretched tight over my pucker. They pushed me to the floor, down on my knees. It hurt, the cement was bare and my knee caps ached with the fall. Out of nowhere cocks appeared, I had missed it but Billy and Steve had both pulled out their dicks. Both shaved clean and fat, a good 6 or 7. It meant she wouldn’t be missed from work for a week.Mark loved his wife and considered himself faithful. He never had affairs. He never took any love or companionship from anyone but her. The women he took were only prey. They gave him the one thing his wife couldn’t: their lives. She knew of the situation, of course. She tolerated it because she knew that the women would never be around long enough to develop a relationship with him. Sometimes she even helped him to abduct the girls. Still,. ‘Both.’ She kissed down to my stiff, throbbing rod. I shuddered as her lips touched the tip. She slipped her mouth downwards, taking in just the head, and the sensation of her tongue teasing the tip of my rod was exquisite torture. I stuffed my hand in my mouth to avoid making too much noise. Karen’s hand moved to my rapidly filling balls. She scraped her fingernails gently across them, and my body shuddered. She slid her mouth farther down, running her tongue along my shaft, and my rod.