He smiled ruefully that he had been invited to join that same coven. He wasn’t interested in that ‘crap’ he called it.It was when he got out of ...is car he knew something was wrong. His three dogs were not barking at his arrival, nor rushing out to greet him.He instinctively went for his gun in the pocket of his pants and was startled by a warning voice behind him.“Don’t. Raise both hands high above your head.”To register the point more, Dave felt the barrel of a gun press hard into his back. He. He got out of his truck and come over to stand by me. I greeted him and he nodded. I could see him trying to say something. It seemed to be a struggle for him to speak to anyone he wasn't real comfortable around. According to Linda he was a nice guy and could really be funny in one-on-one situations when he got comfortable enough to speak.I waited for him to say something and finally he began speaking, "Mr. Morris, have you hired anyone to help with the cattle yet?"I didn't know if he wanted a. After all, they were in the middle of a televised game. The entire scene might be broadcast coast to coast. She didn't want to do anything that might lose her the spotlight.Turning around and hitting the general manager of the team wasn't the kind of thing she wanted going out on nationwide television."More?" she asked numbly. "I'm doing the best I can. All of us are." Yeah, and you're here on the sidelines. We need to really inspire those men out there. They're getting their heads bashed in.. I put my hands back between my legs for them. I stroked myself there. I knew they wanted to see more. I slipped my finger inside myself. I moaned for them when I did it. After a while I slipped the finger back out. I rubbed it on my face, on my lips. I slipped it into my mouth. I heard my master say to lie down. I did it for him. I spread my legs for everyone, and continued to play with myself. I felt a hand on my thigh. I wanted it then. I did want it. I let out a moan for him, to encourage.