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He reached down to the bottom of the boat and retrieved the finely honed knife that he had dropped there when the bitch had kicked him. He brought it up and took hold of the scrunched up, orange tube top that was wound around the woman’s chest. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced through it cleanly.
          “Please, please,” Marjorie continued. She knew the man wanted her quiet, but something inside her had snapped and she could not control herself. “My husband has money!” she said desperately. “He’ll pay you! Just please don’t hurt me, please! “I’ll be goo…,” she started to say, but the bandit had taken the now torn orange top and drawn it roughly across her mouth. He circled it around her head pulling it tight. The broad cloth cut between Margie’s lips stretching her mouth into a grotesque grimace. He wrapped it around her face two more times and then tied it off behind her head.
          The frightened, panicked woman was now effectively gagged. She gave a shrill whine and shook her head frantically in a futile attempt to cast the offensive garment off. The bandit stilled her motions by grabbing her hair behind her head and holding her fast. “Now I can suck on your tits in peace, puta ,” he told her, grinning lewdly. He bent his head down and took possession of Margie’s, thick, hard nipple once again. This time he circled his massive arms behind her back and drew her body tightly against him as he suckled harshly at her teat. Margie could feel his hot hands on her naked back. The sensation of his rough appendages, his hard, strong body pressed against hers and the workings of the hungry lips and active tongue on her nipple began to stimulate her lust.
          “Noooooo!” Margie tried to protest, but her ejaculation of dismay emerged only as a muffled sound. She looked towards the front of the boat and saw that the man there was leering passionately at the display before him. She closed her eyes to blot him out and heard him say something that she couldn’t make out in her distress and then laugh heartily.
          When one of the bandit’s large, forceful hands left her back and transferred to her thigh, Marjorie felt an empty place open in her stomach. The hand pulled at her skirt, inching it up higher and higher until the hem was up around her waist. She could feel the roughness of the man’s tattered garments on the smooth, silky skin of her upper leg. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she moaned unhappily. The man’s body arched and she felt his hand cross her belly and pull her skirt up on the other side of her. She knew what he wanted. He wanted access to her precious, private place. Once he had revealed it to his view, she knew, there would be no stopping him. She pressed her thighs together tightly as the hand rubbed over her taut, sensitive lower belly and inside the gusset of her pretty, bright yellow, bikini panties.
          His fingers toyed with the sparse, fine growth that bearded her pussy while he shifted his mouth’s attentions to her other breast. She could feel his thick digits poking and prying at her closed thighs like a hoard of hungry leeches. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned again as she pressed her finely trimmed thighs harder together to deny the man his goal. His fevered lips were still tormenting her nipple and she was afraid of what he would find between her pale lower limbs. Her pussy was tingling with the effects of his earnest suckling at her breasts, his hard, hot left hand at her back and the force of his body pressed against her.
          Suddenly, the man pulled his head back from her breasts. The wind was whipping at the brim of the hat that he had scrunched down on his head. Margie could see her strangely decorated face and her wide, unhappy eyes reflected in her large, round sunglasses that he still wore. Her heart beat wildly when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her upper thigh.
          “What’s the matter, chica ?” the