Try to get out of there

Leanne continued to struggle but her hand was stuck fast. The dirty old man gave an obscene chuckle as he watched her try to free herself. "Ha ha ha! I love it when they resist!" His fat cock grew even bigger in her hand as she continued to jerk the shaft back and forth in her attempts to flee. Her pert breasts jiggled as she wrestled with Mr. Richardson's member, increasing his desire to see them unleashed.

Unable to resist any longer, and with the young woman going nowhere, he dove forwards hungrily. Grabbing for her boobs and tearing open her tight vest top. Leanne gave a panicked scream and backed away hurriedly. She suddenly realised she was free, the short scuffle releasing her hand from it's trap. As she turned to run Mr. Richardson came pounding down on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. She pushed back but could only get onto all fours with the obese pensioner positioned ideally behind her.

"So you want something more, do you?" he growled. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against his thick erection. She could feel the mighty phallus trying to penetrate through her clothes as he dry humped her from behind. "You seem stressed," he observed seedily. "Let me help you relax."

Before Leanne could answer she felt the old man's chubby hands reaching for her waist and fumbling open the buttons on her jeans. She gasped in shock but could do nothing further as Mr. Richardson began tugging them down over her tight rear and exposing her lacy panties. When Leanne finally began to fight back, the old man already had her jeans down to her knees, revealing more flesh and giving him greater incentive for the potential reward to come. Frantically she kicked her legs but this only resulted in helping the old man to strip her. Soon the jeans were around her ankles and with one final yank the overweight resident succeeded in removing them completely. Leaving the young woman in only her underwear and pumps.

Scared beyond belief, Leanne made a final **** dash for the door while the dirty old man was momentarily distracted by his prize. Diving outside she kicked the door shut behind her and laying panting heavily on the floor. However she couldn't relax for long as she knew Mr. Richardson was still on the other side of the door.

Hastily she got to her feet and backed against the wall. There was no sign of the fat pensioner and she began to feel a little safer. That was until she looked down at what was left of her outfit. Only her sexy bra and panties remained intact. Her vest top having been torn to shreds by the greedy old man. She was in no condition to leave any time soon and had to find a change of clothes before somebody spotted her. The only question was where could she find something suitable in this place?