So, all three saw her as an athletic fuck muscle.The first guy was only the start of the football players doing a heavy workout on my wife. They liter...lly wanted to beat her inside, with a musical rhythm, and with the power that they brought to their gridiron game. So, the thick 8-inch starter began smacking his 220-pound body into my wife’s pelvis. The XXX store-bought sex seat was just barely holding up. To stop it from rocking so much, he went straight to grabbing her hips and holding that. Meanwhile, the two brutes grabbed his thighs tightly, pulling them up and out, stretching his crotch apart, working his arsecheeks and giving him some much needed slack on his nut tuggers. The relief would be short lived though, as they carried him by his wrists and thighs across the room, to where their leader was slouched, watching the action. He hadn't been at the club, in fact he'd barely moved since they'd dragged Riley in - just staring with his intent dark eyes. He was a swarthy six. He had created a database of all of those former students who were now contacting him each year. The database included names, contact addresses and details of the individual's occupation. It was a simple matter to send an e-mail containing the trigger phrase to each person, instructing them to make a payment to the bank account number that Kenny supplied.The database already had over seven hundred names in it, one hundred and fifty of them people who were now in employment. Kenny's demands on. My hands are full."Sarah rolled her eyes but inside she was relieved. The girls had promised not to gang up on Adam but they had broken that vow the night before. They didn't listen to a word he said but instead increased their volume until they were talking over him. It wasn't until hours later that his words sunk in. Sarah was not a small girl. She stood 5-7 and weighed a curvy 125 pounds. She had never known a guy who could lift her without effort until she met Adam and she certainly had.