Pam knelt there on the bed, wearing a too small, sinfully erotic, bra and panty set. Her daughter's boyfriend was bound, spread eagle next to her, his gorgeous freshly shaven genitals blatantly on display. And her deviously manipulative friend was perched on the other side of Ron, her robe mostly clinging to the perspiration coating her sleek, curvy form, yet somehow still managing to hang open and sway with her movements, to expose a tantalizing portion of each breast, her earlier efforts to keep retying the sash long abandoned.

Beth had just explained in her most sincere voice the ludicrous plan as to how they had no choice but to...