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her! Mavis almost screamed. Maybe he win cut off her nipples!
She watched the tall, gaunt man test the edge of the blade with the flat of a thumb. She could hear him
humming softly. Quickly, he cut off all the buttons on Terry's blouse. Then he sliced along the shoulder
seams, then the side seams and tossed away the two front halves of the thin garment. With a deft flick of
the blade, he cut the shoulder straps of her brassiere. Deftly, he cut the bra, starting under each arm-pit
and threw the cups aside. He paused a moment to tweak each nipple until they expanded into ripe,
pointy spires.
Glover worked the blade under the waistband of Terry's skirt, near the navel, and gently sawed it
downward, severing the bottom hem. With his left hand, he folded the skirt flaps aside. The frail slip was
cut slickly by the sharp knife and only Terry's panties remained to cover her unconscious nudity. Glover
cut down each side, from the waistband to the leg hems, and removed the triangle of silk to reveal
Terry's hair-adorned pussy. She was naked, lying there in the ruins of her clothes.
Now he will plunder her, Mavis thought, fuck out his pleasure in her with his oversize prick.
Mavis was aware of an overpowering need of a drink. Slowly, so that she didn't get Glover's attention,
she crawled toward the den. As she stood up at the archway, she heard the front door open and close.
Maybe Glover was going to abandon Terry-and Mavis was aware of keen disappointment. She had
wanted to watch him sexually abuse the little cunt!
She glared at Hank and Willie-both had gotten their guts full of booze and were sleeping, heads and
arms sprawled on the poker table. Willie was snoring like an animal. Hank had spilled his whiskey and
his face was resting in the soggy puddle in the tightly stretched blanket on the table.
At the bar, Mavis removed the lid from the ice bucket and filled a fresh glass with ice cubes and
bourbon. Quickly, she darted back to the living room and again squatted in the shadows behind the chair.
Just in timer Glover reentered the house, carrying a piece of wood resembling a large broomstick about
four feet long. There were two leather loops attached to it near the ends. What on earth, Mavis puzzled.
But Mavis didn't have to wait long for an explanation. Almost roughly, Glover seized Terry's limp left
wrist and dragged her onto the floor. He grabbed an ankle and pulled her to the center of the room.
With a foot, he pushed her legs out straight, kicked her feet far apart. Then he dropped to his knees and
lifted her left leg, pushed the wooden pole under it, lifted the right leg and worked it under, just behind
the knees.
Glover knelt between Terry's legs and grasped the pole in the middle with his left hand. He levered
upward, drawing Terry's legs parted thighs toward her face. With his right hand, he took Terry's left
wrist and worked her hand through a leather loop which wrapped across her thigh from the inside. Then
he slipped the loop over the end of the pole. Quickly, he repeated the maneuver with her right wrist.
Terry was wadded up, arms lashed to her knees. The cheeks of her rear glistened dully in the pale light.
With thighs splayed far apart, her pussy was fully exposed, a ready, unprotected target for a man's sex
spear.
Mavis shuddered silently as Glover stood and chuckled obscenely. His simple little sex-torture rack.
Terry was mumbling, "No, no, no. Please? Nooooo."
"Yeeeeeessssss, cunt!" Glover hissed, removing his pants and shorts.
His back was to Mavis and she couldn't resist the tremblings of anticipation, wanting to look at his front
nakedness. She yearned to see his bunch of tools.
Mavis stared at Glover's back, felt a little ill. The pulpy halves of his rump seemed to sag with the
flaccidness of middle age. Even the flesh of his back seemed to hang in wrinkles and his legs were
spider-webbed with varicose veins.
But, then, Glover tensed. The veins remained in his legs, but the sagging flesh firmed and his lean ass was
rounded and taut. He turned- and a hand went involuntarily to Mavis' wide open mouth. He was, truly,
immense, His blunt-headed penis sagged at a ninety-five-degree angle from the base at his hairy crotch.
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