"Sir, Mr. Hindley," he quivered. "You don't have to do this."Jack ignoring him walked to the main switch and flipping it."Yes, Dan I do."Part 3Dan awo...e to a strange sight. He was in a chair at the Hindley's diningroom table that Dan had seen when he entered the Hindley home. A man whohe thought looked familiar sat a few feet away restrained, with his headdown. "Beverly?" Jack's voice playing the part of a concerned Father a littleways down the table."Yes, Father," Dan replied sensing that. “I wanted to warn you,” I whispered to Sam. “My parents are coming to the game to meet you on Friday.”“Meet me?” Sam asked as she picked up a French fry with a worried frown. “Why?”“Because,” I started and paused. It hit me that this was the exact moment when my life was going to fall apart. It seemed inevitable. I considered lying to her, but the truth squeaked out in a whisper. “I want to go to the turn-about dance with you and Dad won’t let me unless he meets you first.” I must have spoken. .and reflecting that, whichever of them Scott had drawn, it would be a pleasure to plunder any mouth or pussy standing in beautiful nakedness in front of him...Duane took Yvonne by the hand, and carefully led the aroused woman to the table.“Don’t say anything, Yvonne...just hold up the number of fingers for your box number.”She raised three fingers, and Duane moved a chair in front of box number three. Guiding her onto the chair, then helping her step up onto the table...finally assisting her. If slow and steady was getting results then slow and steady was proper and one shouldn’t go harder and faster unless asked to.I eased up a bit and was again rewarded by Cindy’s increasingly loud moans and sounds of pleasure. All at once I had an idea, so I switched from rubbing with my finger where she asked me to and used my thumb instead. That allowed me to run my finger down her dripping slit until it felt as if it were going into a bottomless pit. Keeping light pressure with my thumb, I.