I'm Chris Jenkins, the trainer and equipment manager around here. Fred told me you would be in and to get you fitted for some equipment"."Nice to meet... you Chris" I said. "Sorry to make you work on Labour Day."He laughed and said "Mike, this is my busy time, I work seven days a week from mid August until after the final tournament in the next semester. So don't worry about that!" Oh, ok. So what do you need from me?" I asked."I'll need some measurements and then some preferences you have in. Quietly chuckling, he left Selina's suite to go talk to Frank and Bill.In the living room a couple of minutes later, Frank Wainwright and Bill Madison were sitting near the fireplace as Jeff walked in. Because of the hay, no fire was lit."You guys look serious. Anything wrong?" Oh, heck no," Frank hurriedly said as Bill shook his head in agreement. "We just wanted to tell you we would be gone until, probably, Monday afternoon."Bill sat up straight. "Remember the preacher and his wife who gave. He figured Molly couldn't really understand and so it had to be tougher on her. "I'm sorry sweetie. Okay." He motioned for her to put her feet back in his lap.Instead, Molly lay on the couch but scooted towards the front. She patted the couch behind her and said, "Why don't you lay down with me, Daddy. There's room."Dan wasn't sure that was the best idea, but he was filled with remorse at his behavior and capitulated. He lay down behind his little girl, looking over her head at the silly. Roughly he jammed four fingers up inside me of me then pulled them out to see they were dripping with both of their cum. In a rough voice he looked at me with his cum soaked hand extended toward me and said; ?Look at this filth buried deep inside that monstrous pig cunt of yours bitch and you better believe that this is the very beginning of what is to come with the use of your sloppy, ravaged fuck hole. By the time we are all done with you your filthy fuck hole will be dripping cum, spit,.