And the seats are prettyworn. I might change the tires, too. I can do some things to lighten theoverall weight and make it handle a little better. Als... the pedals aren'tin sync..." Sounds complicated."Walt considered the machine. "Actually, it's not as complicated as itsounds. I'll have to salvage some parts from here and there; specialorder some others. But it'll be worth it when it's done. You'll see."Walt gave the seat, what would be Marcia's seat, a loving pat. "For allthe trouble, it'll be. She looked at Syd, who played dumb and shrugged her shoulders like she had no idea what I was up to. I had Sam lie on the bed and blindfolded her. I got out the massage oils and began a sensual rubdown. Sam needed to relax after her fiasco with her crush. We would take her mind off him.I put on some soft music and began to rub Sam down. I was good for a bit. I wasn’t being a bad boy…yet. I rubbed her feet and calves and worked my way up to her thighs. I ran my hands up over her butt and. " I'm Dave Stanley," he said, extending his hand. "Audio recording." Richard." They shook hands."Well, if you don't feel comfortable passing over the keys, then you should give Mort a ring. Is he on call tonight?" Yeah, he is. What do you need the keys for?" Richard asked neutrally."We're doing a recording in the hall tonight, and I need the AC turned off. Maintenance was supposed to do it, but they haven't. I can't find Wilson or Steve, and we need to get going." What are you recording?" Some. . guiding the actions of the Evans men to her sensual satisfaction? Or should it be a hardcore fuckfest with the menfolk having their way with her every which way they pleased? Should I just aim for a middle ground between the two extremes? And what’s to say that Dad wouldn’t take the story in an entirely different direction in the next chapter anyway?”With the seed of the project firmly planted in my brain, I couldn’t resist getting started. I stood up, stripped off my khakis and boxer-briefs,.