"So what wirr we be having?" Sharon was remorse to stop progressing toward Jim, but seeing as she can't really change what's already been done, and any attempt just isn't working right now, she'll let herself take a break and enjoy a nice meal.
"Well, we could have steak, lobster, marlin, maybe something more oriental if it would be to your liking, whatever you want will be my pleasure." Mandy had a salacious, almost predatory, grin while saying the last part.
"Hands where I can see them darlings!"
A man with a masquerade mask, handlebar mustache, and tuxedo exited a topiary shrub of a large buttocks with a flintlock pistol in hand. "Now hand over your money or hand over your lives." His voice had a nasally ring to it like, a cartoon villain.
"Don't be silly," Mandy spoke calmly, as though his pistol were nothing more than a water gun, given the circumstances that might be the case, "We clearly don't have money, so let us go on our way."
"Hmm, yes you seem to lack the necessary pockets, well I'm not leaving empty, so I'll just help myself to a taste of your vintage." The Highwayman strolled over to Sharon and roughly grabbed her hosing teat. Sharon flinched as her body immediately responded to the rough stimulation, her knees feeling weak and her pussy starting to leak while her face took on a bright red. The robber stuffed the swollen nipple in his mouth and drank in large gulps as his cheeks bulged from the volume of Sharon's lactic bounty. Sharon was brought partway back to awareness by the pistol pressing against her belly, feelings of arousal mixing with fear for her babies, a voice in her head telling her to do what he says, whatever it is will be worth it if her babies are safe.
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