SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!Jim and Yvonne were sat side by side watching and hearing Tony's hand bou...nce off Sheila's backside.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!It was hurting Sheila but she was finding it hugely erotic, as were her husband and her friend. In fact Yvonne had, perhaps subconsciously, put her hand on Jim's crotch and his already stiff penis was getting harder.Also getting harder was the. One foot now between my own, his right foot, kicking gently, spreading me apart by degrees. My hands go to the wooden crossbeam before me, as though drawn my a puppeteer's strings. Only the rest of my body shakes now. I want so much to scream out, to ruin this all by pleading for it all to end. My hands on the wood, worn smooth as leather with age and use, (I feel as though placed in stocks). My buttocks shove themselves backward - I have no method of control, no illusion of resistance. My. We were leaving Monday morning, so Friday night, Bob wanted to take me out for our "farewell" date. I couldn't believe this guy, he went all out, He hired a limo, with a driver, brought me roses and champagne, we drove to that cozy place near by that has the best grill your own staeks and had a lovely meal then we drove around the capitol city and saw the lights the river and the whole evening culminated at the Embassy Suites Hotel. Damn, when this guy parts with some money, he really goes. He had the detonator." he said."Than it's a plant. If it was real the chick in the car would have blown her up with the car bomb. Dead whores tell no tales," I said."So what do we do?" he asked."Why hell son, we listen to their tale, then we break their asses." I said."So who do you want first?" he asked."Bring me the chick," I said. I pushed the furniture against the wall to make an open space. I put one of the clunky metal folding chairs, I had bought at a yard sale, in the middle of the.