How could this happen to me Part 4

Debbie had managed to get through Friday night and Saturday without further visits from the schoolboy, blackmailing rapists.
Luckily her husband had been busy at work and not picked up on any of the signs that Debbie displayed after Fridays ordeal, Brian was spending an unhealthy amount of time in his bedroom on his playstation and in the circumstances Debbie wasn’t about to moan at him about it as it afforded her the solitude she needed as she tried to find a way out of the nightmare situation she had become embroiled in.

If Debbie thought her son was spending all his time on his playstation she was only half right. The other half of the time he spent wanking off looking at the close up photos on his phone of the well fucked pussy and arse of the slapper housewife his two new mates were fucking.
He had kept pestering them to send the photos to him and when they finally did Brian recalled how they walked away from him pissing themselves laughing.

Sunday dawned and Debbie woke from another fitful nights sleep, the feeling of dread that Dave and Tony could turn up unannounced at any time plus the fact they had said they were sending the obscene pornagraphic video txt to her husbands phone made her feel sick to the stomach.

She’d had to pay for the weekly shop by credit card yesterday and checking her bank account online she saw the bastards had withdrawn the £300 limit every day since they first took her debit card as well as buying other stuff with it.
Debbie was worried as her £3000 monthly allowance that was transferred via direct debit from her husbands account was due on Monday. If Debbie told her husband to change the arrangement he would want to know why and if she said she’d lost the debit card he would cancel it and check the account to make sure it hadn’t been used unauthorised.
It was another dilemma she needed to find a solution to before they bled her dry.

Dave and Tony thought they were the dogs bollocks, they were having amazing sex with the hottest woman they’d ever seen, they had plenty of cash and were giving it large around town and amongst their mates.
They were acting like they had arrived, thinking they were up there with the biggest gangsters in Essex. The pair had struck up a friendship with a friend of Dave’s brother Billy that paid good money for stolen luxury cars.
It involved breaking into houses, stealing the car keys and driving off with the car from the drive.
It was risky because 90% of the time the house would be occupied but that just added to the buzz for a pair of thieving cunts like Dave and Tony.
They had learnt how to hot wire cars and joyride since they were twelve, now they were making a big step up as they would be paid a grand a pop for their efforts.

Debbie didn’t know it but until they had met with Ryan on Saturday morning to discuss nicking cars for him to ring or sell abroad they had planned on a surprise visit to Brian’s.
They wanted to fuck his mum and if his dad was home that would make it all the more challenging for them and petrifying for Debbie.
Dave had told Tony how he wanted to watch Brian’s mum try and act all normal talking to her husband while her well fucked cunt was leaking their spunk into her knickers.
Tony added that they should wipe their spunky cocks over her lips and make her kiss him, let the tosser taste her cheating lips.

Both decided to wait until Sunday afternoon to put their plan into action, for now they wanted to nick a car to show Ryan they were serious players.
All they had to do was sneak in an unlocked back door and steal the car keys off the kitchen counter or hall table unseen and speed off to Ryan’s unit on the industrial estate four miles out of town.

What could possibly go wrong.

As they sneaked down the side path leading to the back door Dave and Tony were buzzing, the adrenaline pumping round their bodies heightened their senses.
Looking through the glass panelled back door the kitchen was unoccupied, very slowly Dave tried the handle, it was unlocked, soon the pair were inside and could hear voices and the t v in an adjacent room. With no visible sign of the key for the Audi Q7 that was sitting all pristine in the driveway Tony started to open the draws in the kitchen, second draw and bingo, sitting on top inside the family’s messy draw was the large key fob with its Audi leather key ring.
Within seconds they were in the car and away, even if the family had heard their prized possession start up and drive off by the time they had called the police and they sprung into action the car would be under wraps, hidden in Ryan’s industrial unit.
The family discovered its disappearance four hours later when it was time for their daughters ballet lesson.

Another easy grand to add to their fast growing stash had them feeling like millionaires. They would steal two more that day and would have tried for more if Ryan hadn’t told them that was enough for a few days.
The pair had plans to use the car money and Brian’s mums bank money to fund an even more lucrative drug business with Dave’s older brother Billy.
Visions of a gangster lifestyle with big swimming pooled houses and flash sports cars had them believing they were invincible.

As Debbie clock watched while preparing the Sunday roast her husband was settled in the lounge catching up with the sport on sky, his phone on sofa next to him.
Debbie was shiting herself, how could she separate him from his phone in the next ten minutes?
At five to one Debbie asked Martin. “Can i use your phone to phone my mum, my batteries died, i won’t be long”.

Luckily he was engrossed in the golf and handed her his phone without looking up or asking why she didn’t just use the landline.
Debbie headed for the kitchen put his phone on silent and waited.
One o’clock came and went, Debbie was frantic as she knew Martin wouldn’t want to be separated from his phone for too long as he was receiving work calls and emails at all times of the day and night, even on Sundays.
At ten past it vibrated and Debbie saw it was the dreaded video text, she quickly deleted it and continued with the dinner keeping his phone close by just in case they sent more.

An hour had passed and dinner was ready, Martin reclaimed his phone and after dinner Debbie started to relax, she convinced herself there was no point in worrying until the bastards turned up to do their worst tomorrow.
Once she’d done the dishes she curled up on the sofa with her husband, her head on his lap as he watched the tele.
Brian had gone to his room and Debbie was just dozing off when there was a knock on the front door, Debbie’s heart sank as Martin slid out from Debbie’s resting head and headed off to see who was there.

Dave and Tony had waited a couple of hours after sending the video to her husbands phone in case there were any comebacks before heading over to surprise the so fuckable yummy mummy.

Martin opened the door to the two boys.

“Hi Mr Wilson, is Brian in?”. Asked Dave.

“You must be Dave and you must be Tony “. Guessed Martin correctly. “Pleasure to meet you, Come in i’ll go and get him”.
Martin showed the boys into the lounge. “Look who’s here princess, Brian’s friends, i’ll pop upstairs and get him, make yourselves comfortable, won’t be a minute “.

Debbie’s worst fears were realised as Martin left the room. Dave and Tony sat either side of Debbie on the sofa, grabbing a handful of tit each.
Dave told her. “Unless you’ve got a very understanding husband i take it you got to his phone okay”.
Debbie’s eyes flared in anger. “Just about, you evil pair of bastards”.

Tony told her.