To the newcomer he said, “You certain about that, Aitch? Are you that damn good?” “Damn straight I am,” the blond man said, and sprang at him....Part Six “Get him, Aitch!” the daughter yelled from the kitchen door. Deadman and Aitch collided like a couple of bighorn rams, the impact knocked me back a step and I retreated further. They traded punches, right hands slamming into skulls, but neither seemed to feel much from the other’s blows. Aitch backed off a few paces and took a running start,. . Elena is stretching preparing to do her work out regimen, as a dancer she has done this as a child and has never stopped, she does this at the gym for she doesn't know why she is doing this at some local gym, she feels comfortable here, and so far no one has bothered her, as she lifts one leg to the bar and bends her lithe body forward lifting her chin to meet her knee, and then she repeats it on the other one then she notices a figure watching her, she cannot see his face he reminds her of. These men had been following her through the woods three behind her and then one comes from straight ahead of her. Without saying a word the one facing her walks up to her and begins to fondle and grope her tits. Squeezing them hard underneath her low cut top. She struggles but the others surround her in a circle. He turns her and begins to grab her tits from behind and whispers in her ear "do you know how long we have waited to do this?" The tall strong man said. "No but im guessing a long. "Are you sure this is okay?" she said again. "Yes, please. I like it," I chocked out. My masseuse just giggled and didn't respond to me. She continued to work me at the perfect speed, and I realized I was moments away from a very powerful orgasm. Several seconds later, I curled my back and flexed my legs as I orgasmed, cumming incredibly hard onto the massage table. If the door opened right now and my wife walked in, I was totally screwed. My stomach was full of butterflys as this masseuse.