Cherie hurried to help and the three of them were able to wrestle him out of the truck.Rob's pale face and the loose way his head rolled on his should...rs scared Mary half to death. They carried him inside and into the bedroom that Susan indicated with her head. As gently as they could they lowered him onto the bed. The only sound from Rob throughout the ordeal was weak groans of pain."We need to get these off him," Cherie said as she tried to look at the wound through the rip in his pants.Susan. I could see the bulge in George's trousers. He was clearly turned on by the game. A final smack on her rosy pink butt and I sat her upright, holding my hand out for the paddle, which George handed over before going back to his seat. I kissed Ali, noticing she had managed some tears."All okay?" I whispered to her, "you look stunning." Mmm, that stung," she murmured, "does it always make you feel this horny?"I nodded, smiling at her. My hand stroked along her slit, and I held the hand up to. "So did I!" Alison replied, "I forgot you were at home on Thursdays."I started to walk backwards to my room but my bare buttocks hit the bedroom door that had closed behind me. Did I turn round and open the door, showing Alison my arse in the process? Or did I reach behind me, keeping my cock covered with one hand whilst I fumbled for the door handle with the other? Interestingly, Alison just stood there whilst I pondered my dilemma. She was not being quite so careful to cover herself up either. I was held in the grip of an iron glare and a wave of paranoia, as though I’d mouthed off to a drug dealer, or a rapper. What the hell was going on? His body relaxed, and I glanced at the clock again. It was only five seconds after I last looked. It had to have been my writer’s over-imagination playing with me. ‘In the early seventies, I guess it would be possible. It’s not like the Mossad ever played around to begin with, and in the seventies, they couldn’t afford the niceties of being gentle..