At the gym he waited a few minutes then went in. Helen grunted then froze. Indian sex By the time she walked to her Blazer it was passed 6:00pm, he was fuming. A hand clamped on her mouth, his knife on her cheek. Then he saw her. Now in her bra and panties, she begged “Please don’t do this, please.”
He just chuckled. “OPEN YOU SUPID CUNT!” he yelled, “I’M SICK OF YOUR NOISE!.” She grunted then gagged as her mouth was stuffed. He pulled out her credit cards and one by one had her say the PIN numbers. She had on a tank top and cotoon shorts. “Face down, bitch,” he hissed. “Relax will take a trip to the bank, then I’ll let you go.” he lied, similing at her. “Do it or I will.” The knife pressed harder then released. By the time she walked to her Blazer it was passed 6:00pm, he was fuming. Older, maybe in her forties. Frozen, she watched him opened and drop the back door of her SUV. Big homes, with pools and large yards. “Time for a serious fucking.” he said and unzipped his jeans. As she felt his denim covered cock on her ass, Helen weakly begged, “God please no.”
He released her and stepped back. He waited but the third kid never appeared.
