You will have to massage them."His expression didn't even twitch. "Alright." He took my feet to his lapand removed my shoes. "I have some experience w...th physiotherapy." Oh, a big word." Not really."It was the best --and to be honest only real-- foot massage I had everhad. I squirmed and moaned in both pain and delight."That was good. Thank you, Guis."He frowned. "You should exercise more. Your extensive modifications willresult in chronic problems, unless your body is allowed to. I think he already knew the answer to that as he continued to grind his cock into my ass.“Just looking around, I’m sorry, I’ll go back to my seat now”“Bullshit little girl,” he said punctuating his words with a thrust of his hips.I tried to get up but his hands held me down. “You had to get through two locked doors to get here.” His hands were on my shoulders and rubbing them. With the constant grinding in time to the music, it was starting to feel good.I moaned, I couldn’t help it. “I think. "You know what my family is like. Just promise me you'll do it, Becky." I promise, Bob. I love you." I love you too, Becky. Take good care of our baby." Bob drifted off again as Becky continued to hold his hand and sob.Bob's sisters and their husbands came running up and basically pushed Jo and Becky out of their way. They started to push Tess too, but she gave them a look that would have curdled milk and they backed off."What happened?" Maud asked."Bob was shot in the chest," Tess said. "The. “Your call.”“Your own room, Steve,” Jennifer said with a soft smile. “You know why.”“Of course. And you know I was teasing.”“Just bring your new Cuban squeeze! I’m sure she’ll entertain you when the boys aren’t playing hockey!”“Make the room a double!” I chuckled.The teams came onto the ice and after warm-ups, I saw Jesse huddled with his six defensemen, or ‘backs’ as my Swedish friends called them. They were clearly talking strategy, and when the horn sounded, Jesse and two of the defensemen.