“You’re right. I’d know right away if they were dead, and I’d have to tell all those loved ones the bad news. Maybe I wouldn’t want to work ...hat way.”I imagined him arriving somewhere, and fearful parents holding out a photograph. It would be difficult to make it go any differently than: “Hi, I’m Bobby Wilson. I’m sorry. Your son is dead. I wish I could tell you where to find the body, but I can’t do that. I’m really sorry, but I have to be going now. The next picture I look at might be of a. I thought about doing a curl, but that would have meant releasing the bar while I rotated my hands, and that was too much of a risk with the guys so near.I sat back down and rolled backward, letting the bar back down onto the hooks. I detranced and took my hands away. There was an audible release of breath from everyone in the room to have that much weight at rest again."Ah, well... that was amazing," Roger said. "You are beyond just being strong. No one should be physically able to lift that. "Well, we need to get you ready for the work day. You wouldn't makemany sales in those sweats." She gestured for me to stand still andstraight and then from behind she firmly grasped my breasts andsqueezed them a bit from a couple of different angles. From one of theangles she accidentally, or possibly on purpose, brushed my nipplesand I couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. I could feel a slight,reactionary jump, caused by that moan, in Cassie's man part below.She finished, headed deep into the. Another leather strap was passed over my back to keep me from arching it and my hair was pulled back from my face and tied to something, forcing my head up and back, exposing my neck and breasts. I heard a clanking noise and the leg supports began to ratchet apart, spreading my legs til my muscles protested. I struggled slightly and realized that I was almost completely immobilized. Suddenly, something warm and wet slid across my right breast, and then again on the other side. A mouth.