Isabel couldn't find a parking space anywhere near the doors and had to go to a distant, shady spot. She quickly got out of the door and was planning to run over to the airport building when she froze.
A sharp blade appeared in front of her face while a left hand reached around her left shoulder to grab just above her perky right breast. The blood drained from her face and she felt adrenaline course inside her body.
"Delightful. I get a tits and wheels without it costing me," the stranger said as her hand moved down to cup her bountiful boob. It was a young woman's voice, Isabel realized, though she was having trouble thinking as she felt her bosom was heaving due to her deep, panic breathing. Breathing made allow the deeper since her attacker moved the knife closer to her throat.
"P-please. Ju-just take what you want. D-don't hurt me," Isabel stammered and then winced as the mystery woman grab her left boob.
"I am taking what I want," the woman said as she groped her. She sniffed Isabel's long blonde hair in a way that made her already goosebump-covered skin crawl. "Damn, do you get me going. I should take you with me."
The attacker's hand ceased its fondling of Isabel's proud rack and moved down her firm stomach. Isabel knew she wasn't suppose to resist, but she felt like she had to stop this.
Fortunately, the attacker stopped roaming left hand fingers just below Isabel's navel and she drew it . "But, I'm not a kidnapper or a rapist. Do what I say, and I won't become a murder either. That sound good, angel tits?"
Isabel nodded and suppressed a gasp as the woman delivered a moderate spank that morphed into a grab to her butt. "Good bootylicious girl. Now toss.your purse into the car. Your keys are in there, right, sweet cheeks?"
Isabel nodded and complied with the directions as the attacker was enthusiastically fondling her tight, high rear.
"God, your ass is better than Jessica Biel's! You're making me so wet." The attacker punctuated her statement with a stronger than before slap that made Isabel yelp.
"Now, make me a little wetter. Strip."
Isabel swallowed. She felt like it might be the moment to counterattack. Or perhaps she could get away with undressing to her undergarments.
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