Without his manacled hands to brace his fall, his head took the brunt of the force. ?You will only stand on my command!? With Les laying on the floo..., somewhat stunned from a combination of his severely weakened state and the minor head trauma he just suffered, the bald man slowly walked over to him and planted a series of forcible kicks his abdomen. Les instinctively turned over on his stomach, panting, with the wind knocked out of him, with his knees tucked under his stomach. He thought. Talk about jumping from the frying pan into the fire."You certainly are," she said. "You're a piece of work, Bob. I had no idea you were half satyr." I'm not," I tried to argue."Oh yes you are," she said firmly. "There's plenty of evidence to support that position." Okay. I guess I deserve that," I admitted, reflecting on how she'd caught me sleeping with the musketeers, and then, within three hours had stared at her breasts. "What do you want me to do?" I haven't decided yet," she said, but. Furthermore, Jack looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He hadn’t shaved and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days. ‘Jack, are you ok?’, I asked. He looked startled at my simple question. Sure, Jack was shy, but we had been conversing regularly now for quite some time and I knew he was more at ease with me than he was showing that morning. He looked everywhere except at me as he mumbled ‘I have something important to discuss with Mr. Charles.’ I went over and sat down in. Spencer’s hands immediately go to her exposed chest, pushing her breasts together, taking each nipple one at a time into his mouth. He sucks and licks the hardening nubs. Sam guides him to sit back against the headboard. Then she breaks away and helps him by pulling off his shoes, pants and boxers.“Just sit back,” she coos. “I’ll do the rest.” She grins and flicks her tongue out at him.Spencer follows her command. She stands and pulls off her pants and panties, letting them fall to the floor.