the protestors trap them

The mothers dumped the girls carelessly over the ropes, letting the teens tumble into the small mob. The crowd booed as the bitches sat back and watched their minions do their handiwork.

Heather?s son Stewart (a boy in his early twenties with a tired look on his face) moved in on Chichi, though she threw a foot up into his crotch.

??OWWWW!? Chichi wailed, holding her foot as she hopped backward. ?What the fuck??

Stewart grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him, her back against him. She was expecting to feel his hard cock against her backside, but felt a cold plate of metal through his pants. It was the chastity belt Heather **** onto her husband and son.

Petty was thrashing wildly to keep protesters and angry mothers at bay, but a fat protesting woman named Doris sat down on top of her, making Petty grunt loudly and pinning her down. The protesters, hypocritically, shouted all sorts of vulgarities and insults at the trapped girls, tearing at their clothes and soon having them stripped down to their bra and panties.