11-02-2023, 10:43 PM
Mom rolled her teary eyes. Paul had a huge smile on his face.
"Arms out." Paul demanded before he started patting her down.
He walked behind Mom as she stood with her arms outwards. Paul patted down her arms and side, like a cop.
He didn't even try to hide his groping and fondling. Mom stood with her arms out as she endured Paul's hand on her breasts.
"Uhh," Mom's body shivered and she closed her eyes when Paul played with something on her back. There was a sudden loss of support on her breasts. Paul had unclasped her bra through her shirt! Paul quickly went on with his "search" of my mom.
His greasy fingers slowly enveloped each of her ass cheeks, digging and molesting her athletic curves.
"You must work out a lot," Paul said, giving her ass a squeeze. Paul's hands circled around to Mom's belly. He had his arms wrapped around Mom, and was thrusting his pelvis into her ass. His fingers danced down towards her crotch. "Hmmm, people tend to hide a lot of things... here!"
Paul's hands made a sudden jump down, in between her legs. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless.
"Aghh!" Mom yelped. Her body jolted away from Paul, but he held her and brought her back towards him. His index finger had disappeared in between her thighs.
Robbie weakly spoke up, "S-s-s-ir? Isn't this-s against the r-r-r-ules?"
"Yeah, I'm sure it's written somewhere, HAHA!" Paul burst out laughing.
Mom's skirt did nothing to protect her as he roughly rubbed her cunt. Paul lifted it up, revealing her legs. Her skirt got bunched up around her upper thighs, and Paul had his hand slithering under it. I couldn't see it, but it was obvious he was playing with her pussy under her skirt. I saw him jerk his hand, and knew he had pulled her panties to the side. Based on Mom's shocked face, it looked like his fat fingers had invaded her!
"No!" Mom yelled, with tears running down her face. "Not that!" She failed to break free.
Paul was still embracing her from behind. He placed his face next to hers and said, "Just admit it. Admit you stole it, and I might just let you go, sometime today."
"I...." Mom struggled to speak as Paul's hand went deeper in between her thighs, "I stole... it. Now let me go, you pig!"
"Stole what?" Paul dry-humped her.
"I stole the stupid vibrator!"
"Why? So your son wouldn't see how horny you are?"
"Uh--"
"ADMIT IT!"
"I ALREADY SAID I STOLE IT! What more do you want?" It seemed like she was just saying whatever he wanted her to say, to get things over with. There was no way she actually stole anything.
Paul finally stopped. He let go of Mom and she broke down, crying. She quickly pulled her skirt back down into place.
"Not so tough, are ya'?" Paul mocked Mom.
Robbie finally spoke up, "Are.... are you okay, Miss?"
"Shhh, don't speak to the suspect. Those tears are fake, anyways." Paul looked at Robbie and said, "You see boy, that's how you interrogate a thief into a confession."
"Ah... Y-y-yes sir." Robbie looked completely dazed, he looked down at Mom, crying on the floor. He looked completely terrified by the dark look on Paul's face, and worried about Mom. Yet all the bastard did was stand there, filming, with a tent in his fucking pants!
Paul looked directly at the hidden camera and held out his finger for me to see on the screen. It was glistening. "I wonder what your son would think, if he knew how wet you are right now."
"Just, let me go!" Mom glared at Paul with her mascara running down her face.
"No! I gotta see what else you stole. Now get up!"
Mom had to grab on to the desk to get up, her shaky legs weren't strong enough.
Paul grabbed her shoulders and made her face him. Mom had her hair over her face and her eyes looking off to the side. Her unclasped bra cups were sliding down her arms. I could see it was no longer protecting her nipples. They were poking right through her shirt now, far more than before.
"These milkers are heavy," he said, while squeezing the sides of Mom's tits. Mom shoved his hands away. Paul responded by slapping her face.
"AAAHhhh--" She yelled out in pain.
The slap really shook Mom up, she clutched her sore cheek with her face turned away towards the corner. She stood motionless as Paul groped her tits.
"Gughhh," Mom let out a painful whimper each time he roughly fondled her sore tits.
"Now, I believe you are hiding something in your bra. The device beeped several times around this area"
Mom weakly shook her head.
"Then what are these?" Paul said sarcastically, while yanking on her nipples. "I can tell there's something here."
Mom didn't respond, she just gazed off to the side.
"C'mon, tell me..." Paul twisted her nipples while smiling wickedly. "What are these things under your bra?"
"Ow!" She let out a painful cry as Paul roughly milked her. "Those... are my... nipples. There, I said it," Mom whimpered.
The front of her top was completely soaked with her milk.
"I will have to search your tits. Do you consent, Ma'am?"
Paul briefly stood aside so the camera could get a good view of Mom.
I couldn't see her face, because she had it covered with her hair, but I could hear her crying. Her lips quivered as she struggled to talk. "Ye--""
"She consents." Paul said, before Mom could even finish her answer.
Paul licked his lips. He grabbed the bottom of Mom's shirt and roughly pulled it up, over her bra. Her loose cups were halfway down her tits, her nipples poking out the tops of her bra.
"Ooohh," Robbie let out an audible moan when her tits came into view. Mom looked towards his direction. Her hair was covering most of her face, but even I could see that she rolled her eyes.
Robbie's knees buckled as he whispered, "S-s-sorry. I couldn't help it."
Paul immediately started playing with Mom's nipples. "Hold on a minute, this is a bra we sell, here in this store. You took the tags off and stole this, too!"
"No," Mom responded while Paul milked her. "I bought it here long ago."
"You stole it today, admit it." Paul slowly twisted her nipples as he awaited a response. Milk squirted onto his shirt.
"Aghh, yes... I stole it!"
"I'll have to confiscate that," Paul said, tugging up on Mom's shirt. He tugged harder when she didn't respond.
Mom took the hint and removed her blouse, herself, and placed it on the desk. Then she pulled down the straps of her bra and removed that, too, handing the wet bra to Paul.
Paul took the bra and threw it behind him, "I'll have to submit that as confiscated goods."
With one arm covering her tits, Mom reached over with the other to grab her top.
"Uh, ah. No. We're not done here," Paul said snatching her blouse and throwing it on the floor behind him. "I have to see what else you stole."
"Arms out." Paul demanded before he started patting her down.
He walked behind Mom as she stood with her arms outwards. Paul patted down her arms and side, like a cop.
He didn't even try to hide his groping and fondling. Mom stood with her arms out as she endured Paul's hand on her breasts.
"Uhh," Mom's body shivered and she closed her eyes when Paul played with something on her back. There was a sudden loss of support on her breasts. Paul had unclasped her bra through her shirt! Paul quickly went on with his "search" of my mom.
His greasy fingers slowly enveloped each of her ass cheeks, digging and molesting her athletic curves.
"You must work out a lot," Paul said, giving her ass a squeeze. Paul's hands circled around to Mom's belly. He had his arms wrapped around Mom, and was thrusting his pelvis into her ass. His fingers danced down towards her crotch. "Hmmm, people tend to hide a lot of things... here!"
Paul's hands made a sudden jump down, in between her legs. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless.
"Aghh!" Mom yelped. Her body jolted away from Paul, but he held her and brought her back towards him. His index finger had disappeared in between her thighs.
Robbie weakly spoke up, "S-s-s-ir? Isn't this-s against the r-r-r-ules?"
"Yeah, I'm sure it's written somewhere, HAHA!" Paul burst out laughing.
Mom's skirt did nothing to protect her as he roughly rubbed her cunt. Paul lifted it up, revealing her legs. Her skirt got bunched up around her upper thighs, and Paul had his hand slithering under it. I couldn't see it, but it was obvious he was playing with her pussy under her skirt. I saw him jerk his hand, and knew he had pulled her panties to the side. Based on Mom's shocked face, it looked like his fat fingers had invaded her!
"No!" Mom yelled, with tears running down her face. "Not that!" She failed to break free.
Paul was still embracing her from behind. He placed his face next to hers and said, "Just admit it. Admit you stole it, and I might just let you go, sometime today."
"I...." Mom struggled to speak as Paul's hand went deeper in between her thighs, "I stole... it. Now let me go, you pig!"
"Stole what?" Paul dry-humped her.
"I stole the stupid vibrator!"
"Why? So your son wouldn't see how horny you are?"
"Uh--"
"ADMIT IT!"
"I ALREADY SAID I STOLE IT! What more do you want?" It seemed like she was just saying whatever he wanted her to say, to get things over with. There was no way she actually stole anything.
Paul finally stopped. He let go of Mom and she broke down, crying. She quickly pulled her skirt back down into place.
"Not so tough, are ya'?" Paul mocked Mom.
Robbie finally spoke up, "Are.... are you okay, Miss?"
"Shhh, don't speak to the suspect. Those tears are fake, anyways." Paul looked at Robbie and said, "You see boy, that's how you interrogate a thief into a confession."
"Ah... Y-y-yes sir." Robbie looked completely dazed, he looked down at Mom, crying on the floor. He looked completely terrified by the dark look on Paul's face, and worried about Mom. Yet all the bastard did was stand there, filming, with a tent in his fucking pants!
Paul looked directly at the hidden camera and held out his finger for me to see on the screen. It was glistening. "I wonder what your son would think, if he knew how wet you are right now."
"Just, let me go!" Mom glared at Paul with her mascara running down her face.
"No! I gotta see what else you stole. Now get up!"
Mom had to grab on to the desk to get up, her shaky legs weren't strong enough.
Paul grabbed her shoulders and made her face him. Mom had her hair over her face and her eyes looking off to the side. Her unclasped bra cups were sliding down her arms. I could see it was no longer protecting her nipples. They were poking right through her shirt now, far more than before.
"These milkers are heavy," he said, while squeezing the sides of Mom's tits. Mom shoved his hands away. Paul responded by slapping her face.
"AAAHhhh--" She yelled out in pain.
The slap really shook Mom up, she clutched her sore cheek with her face turned away towards the corner. She stood motionless as Paul groped her tits.
"Gughhh," Mom let out a painful whimper each time he roughly fondled her sore tits.
"Now, I believe you are hiding something in your bra. The device beeped several times around this area"
Mom weakly shook her head.
"Then what are these?" Paul said sarcastically, while yanking on her nipples. "I can tell there's something here."
Mom didn't respond, she just gazed off to the side.
"C'mon, tell me..." Paul twisted her nipples while smiling wickedly. "What are these things under your bra?"
"Ow!" She let out a painful cry as Paul roughly milked her. "Those... are my... nipples. There, I said it," Mom whimpered.
The front of her top was completely soaked with her milk.
"I will have to search your tits. Do you consent, Ma'am?"
Paul briefly stood aside so the camera could get a good view of Mom.
I couldn't see her face, because she had it covered with her hair, but I could hear her crying. Her lips quivered as she struggled to talk. "Ye--""
"She consents." Paul said, before Mom could even finish her answer.
Paul licked his lips. He grabbed the bottom of Mom's shirt and roughly pulled it up, over her bra. Her loose cups were halfway down her tits, her nipples poking out the tops of her bra.
"Ooohh," Robbie let out an audible moan when her tits came into view. Mom looked towards his direction. Her hair was covering most of her face, but even I could see that she rolled her eyes.
Robbie's knees buckled as he whispered, "S-s-sorry. I couldn't help it."
Paul immediately started playing with Mom's nipples. "Hold on a minute, this is a bra we sell, here in this store. You took the tags off and stole this, too!"
"No," Mom responded while Paul milked her. "I bought it here long ago."
"You stole it today, admit it." Paul slowly twisted her nipples as he awaited a response. Milk squirted onto his shirt.
"Aghh, yes... I stole it!"
"I'll have to confiscate that," Paul said, tugging up on Mom's shirt. He tugged harder when she didn't respond.
Mom took the hint and removed her blouse, herself, and placed it on the desk. Then she pulled down the straps of her bra and removed that, too, handing the wet bra to Paul.
Paul took the bra and threw it behind him, "I'll have to submit that as confiscated goods."
With one arm covering her tits, Mom reached over with the other to grab her top.
"Uh, ah. No. We're not done here," Paul said snatching her blouse and throwing it on the floor behind him. "I have to see what else you stole."
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