Then it comes to the scene where the gang are stared fucking the wife in the movie, one dick in the mouth, two on the hands and one in her pussy. The... one dick from the hand started entering the ass. At that point, Jerry sits closer to my wife. After a while I noticed Jerry's hand on top of my wife's thigh, but wife seems to like it so I let Jerry do it. I excuse myself for CR so that Bert or Dict can sit beside her. When I return my wife is between Jerry and Dict touching her thigh. Her. Not taking his eyes off Van, he growled "Are you okay?"It was at this point that Van made yet another tactical error. He foolishly interpreted Patty's scream at Bobby to indicate he might still have a chance with her."Yeah she's fine asshole, and you're not welcome here. Now get the fuck out!" Van began moving towards Bobby in an attempt to bluster him out of the house.Bobby looked incredulously at Patty. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked, the overwhelming rage beginning to give way in favor. But it was too damned late now. She was stuck like chuck…and in more ways than one, she realized as she noted the lack of heat in her water now…and then looked out past the curtain to the open door. Well, I can’t stay in here forever…just gonna have to wrap a towel or two together and make a dash for it, I guess… She pulled the plug on the tub and climbed up to her feet, water dripping off of her in sheets. She peeped out the gap between the curtain and tub wall and checked to see if the hall. She checked her date book and the clock sitting on one corner of the desk. Still 30 minutes until the next meeting.Sally had hung her jacket up when she had first come into the office. That left her in her matching skirt, gray with a faint pinstripe that went with her blouse. Earlier she had pulled out one of the upper desk drawers and cushioned it with a throw pillow from the couch and had sat back in the reclining chair. She propped her legs in their dark gray heels and light gray stockings.