Brock also had his feet entangled in his pants. But Bob got loose first, and raised up over Brock and smashed down into his face. Once, twice, three times, and Brock crumpled to the floor in a heap.
Bob began pulling on his undershorts and pants when the door to the stock room opened again, and one of the fellows across the hall walked into the room.
"What the hell-"
Well, there was the scene: Lorraine half laying, half sitting on the floor with her dress up around her waist; Louise sitting on a box, her skirt up around her waist and her p***y hanging out, and then there was Anne cowering in one corner of the room. Her face flushed and full of fear. And...
Who the f**k was on the floor?
"Who's that? What happened. What's going on?"
Bob was keyed and ready to go. "You want to go down
