After all doing errands, Susan Dewitt couldn’t wait to finally get home. But even after she gets home, she still has to make dinner, do the laundry, help her daughter with her math homework, proofread her son’s research paper, and take care of her newborn baby. She wanted her husband, Daniel, to help her out, but his excuse was that there was a game on tonight that he couldn’t miss. All she wanted him to do was to just watch the kids for just a few hours but he couldn’t even do that. He has been calling her cell phone nearly every fifteen minutes before she finally shut the damn thing off. It was 7pm and already dark.
She suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom, and with the house being another fifteen minutes away she couldn’t hold it in. She drove into the first gas station her and got the key from the gas attendant. The gas station bathroom was not like she imagined, it was cleaner than most other gas station bathrooms. It was still a little dirty and messed up, but still better than most.
After she finished her business and washed her hands she looked at herself in the spotty mirror above the sink and smiled at herself. She was 38 years old, but still had the body of a 30 year old despite having three kids, four if you count her husband. She had long dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, 5’5” a great smile that everyone always comments on, and a body that she always keeps in good shape through her heavy workload at home, and attending the gym three days a week.
Her favorite asset about her body was her 32dd breasts. They are still as firm and plump as they were when she was a teenager. She liked the way that some men would try not to look at her chest, especially when she wears something low-cut and bends down to pick something up. She even likes the way her 18 year old son tries to sneak a peak at her cleavage or when she breast feeds the baby. She knows it’s wrong to tease her son this way, but she can’t help having fun by playing with his mind.
Susan loves her life, her kids, and despite how arrogant and stubborn her husband is, she loves him too. But the only problem she has is that she is incredibly sexually frustrated. The sex between her and her husband has become less and less frequent in the last few years. She hadn’t had an orgasm by him in 10 months, and she was getting tire of faking her orgasms for her husband and giving herself real ones in the shower. She even tried to spice things up in bed with her husband with trashier lingerie, sex games, roll playing, but he wasn’t into a lot of that. Basically it was him on top of her humping for fifteen minutes. And she was the only one doing the oral sex between them; he refused to do the same for her. Sometimes she wonders why she married him in the first place. She has suspected him of having an affair, but can’t see any real proof.
She picked up her purse and bathroom key that she placed on the floor and opened the door to leave. But as soon as she opened the door it flew right into her face and knocked her down. A large man with a gun was standing above her. He was about 6 feet tall, wore jeans, a black sweater and a black ski mask.
“Don’t say a word,” he said. “Now give me your purse.”
She did as he ordered. He took her purse and emptied the contents into the sink and rifled through them.
“Where’s you money?” He yelled at her.
“I don’t have anymore,” she said while whimpering on the floor. Tears where now forming on her face. “I did a lot of errands today.”
“That’s bullshit, you’ve got to have something.”
“I’d don’t have anymore money, I swear.” He looked at her up and down. Her skirt ripped when she hit the ground, exposing her smooth slender legs. He can also tell how big her breasts were under her blouse and it got him excited.
“Stand up,” he ordered and she did as he told her. “Now take off your clothes.”
“Please don’t rape me,” she cried. “I have a husband and three children. One’s a newborn—“
“Shut Up!” He yelled. “I’m not going to rape you. But because you have no money, I might as well get a free peek show out of you. Now Strip!”
Susan did as he told her. She first took off her blouse revealing her white, lacy, push-up bra that extenuated her breast size. Then she took off her skirt to reveal a matching pair of panties. She can see the sinister smile and dirty look that the mugger is giving her from behind the ski mask. She took off her bra but unclasping it from the front. Her breasts fell down a couple inches and slightly spread apart. Her nipples were the sized of half-dollar coins and were sticking up from the cold weather in the bathroom. She then took off her panties revealing her shaved pussy and her well-toned ass.
“Nice,” the Mugger said. “You have a very nice body.”
“You looked; can you please let me go now?” Susan begged.
