He glanced at the couch and saw the Metchettes looking at him in fear and with duct-tape covering their mouths. He had barely processed that informati...n when Amos stepped out from behind the door with the stun gun. Glen went down.Glen woke on the floor and waited to get control before opening his eyes. Opening his eyes just a slit, he saw Amos standing above him about to kick him in the stomach. Glen curled into as tight a ball as he could. The foot slammed into his shins. Amos screamed in rage. Even though he could never best me. I would, occasionally let him 'win'. This turned into a daily event. Stephen always seemed to try hard but I began noticing he would roll onto his back more than I was placing him there into the pinned position. He would put up a 'struggle' which included writhing his legs under me and thrusting his pelvis up, at me. He may have been trying to buck me off, but I could clearly feel his hard-on as he was rubbing himself against me. So, instead of pinning. So I asked him if this would motivate him, his head turned my way and just like one of the cartoons he is always watching his eyes bugged out, his tongue hit the floor and he mumbled and stumbled his way to say something coherent.I explained to Billy that if he went out in the next game and played every minute like it could be his last and I believed he had played as well as he could then I was his for the night. I twisted the timer on the stove to an hour and told Billy that the clock was. Then Dave said, “Is your husband at home?” Em replied, “Yes. He’ll be downstairs, writing I expect. He won’t disturb us.” Dave went to the door and locked it. Then he returned to the massage bed and pulled Em’s little white between-legs string aside and ran two fingers through her nude and very wet slit. “I’m guessing you want a really hot one,” he said to her. Em moaned and moved her hips and said, “Oh yes. I want a very hot one.” Dave said, “Good,” and untied Em’s bikini top and pants..