” Matthew slammed his hand, palm down onto the table, rattling dishes and my nerves. “You’re trying to explain this away, Laura. I want to know ...hat you did. With him. Them.” Matthew’s head rocked forward, menacingly. “I don’t care why you did it.” “You’re scaring me, Matthew.” I leaned away from him, feeling small and just a bit pleased with his threat display. “After last night, you should be scared. Now do as I say, or I’ll walk out of here and never come back.” His words frightened me more. Those three words were my last memory of him. When he hadn’t returned within half an hour I just thought Rita had invited him in for a coffee. Why not? All four of us are friends. But two hours later at nine pm? I rang their house. There was no reply. I rang Jack’s mobile. Nothing. Rita’s mobile? No response. I rang Frank who was just leaving his office to collect his car to drive home. He too had tried to ring Rita to say he was on his way and had got no response on their landline or her. Her head twirled in circles, her long brownhair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her short, plaid schoolgirlskirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black panties silhouetting herwhite thighs as she twirled sensuously. The six men in the room watched the teenage girl perform for them. Allof them were middle aged businessmen, except for Doctor Michael, a noted Hypno-Therapist.He had an uncanny ability to put young girls into a deep subconscious state.He could make them lose. About five minutes later, my heart damn near stopped when my step-daughter and Katie came out of the bedroom wearing two-piece bathing suits that showed off almost every aspect of their sexy bodies. I could not keep my eyes from wandering, trying to avoid being caught by my wife.Thankfully she laughed, didn't realize my perverted thoughts or my hormone crazed eyes gazing up and down those sexy bodies, and said, "I guess it's hot tub time."A few minutes later, sitting on the edge of the tub,.