A little bit of innocent fun...

Muffy twirled about, and with a practiced collapsed, yelp "Oohh!" and dropped to the floor. Her knees came together below her, but her ankles were spread. She arched her back and held her hip while flipping her hair to one side and looking backward. Her posture was one of carefully crafted cockteasery that she'd perfected far before she could legally tease anything. She slowly scissored her smooth thighs together as she stood up without any handholds, her ass shifting hypnotically from side to side as she came back to standing.

When Muffy turned around, she could feel the breeze on her smoothly shaven sex beneath her shear, $600 panties since her miniskirt had worked itself up to just barely covering her. She huffed and whimpered as she straightened it back down her long, elegant legs. When she looked up, she bit her lip; and said "Oops". in a cute little voice. None of them were shoveling soup now. With a small sense of egotistical victory, she noted that one of them had unconsciously started rubbing himself.

"I'm Muffy. Perhaps you've seen me on television." she said as way of introduction. The oldest of them spit in the soup. She grimaced. He grinned and revealed all 6 of his remaining teeth; each as far apart as six teeth could be in a human mouth.

"I'm Ned. This's Willy, Dat's some new fucker jus' came in today." the oldest, Ned, told her. "So you'se the new bread girl. Muffy the muffin maker!" he said with a harsh laugh from cancerous lungs. She smiled as they laughed at his terrible joke. Willy, by the looks of him the strongest of the three (and the one with the most liver spots) made his way beside her. She smiled as he looked her up and down. Muffy was used to people below her ogling and admiring her. She didn't realize he was sizing her up like a cut of meat.

"Bread's over here. Two slices to a plate. Be generous. The sisters always cook more than we ever need. Being generous is a good thing around here. We like generousity. We like generousity a lot." Willy said. She could almost feel him he was so close. Muffy smiled a nervous smile. "You want to be generous, don't you, Miss Von Clapp? If you aren't generous, then you get locked up, isn't that right?"

Muffy turned her head, her nervous smile fading. She looked into his old, wrinkled face and at his massive frame; won over decades of manual labor and construction jobs. He may have been near 70, but she had no doubt that his grip was like a vise and his muscles able to rend her tender body in ways she cared not to imagine. The nun had said that she was alone with them for an entire hour as the sisters made way to the shelter.

"How'd you get yourself into this one, Muff?" she thought to herself as Willy's calloused hand slid over her smooth, tan shoulder while the other two started to step forward...