The Disorderly Conduct Of Absalom's TeleFive

Absalom laid back on the sofa as the four Filipino women rode him into the next day instead of a mere hour or two as the hostesses had mentioned to him earlier the previous day. Crooning and passionately yelping for deliverance, he held his tongue between two fingers, but the sensuality engulfed his five senses beyond redemption. "No! I must stop. I've got to get out of this program," he mumbled. "Honey, you're not going anywhere.... just between our legs.... and nowhere else," they replied. "Be still!" said one of the four women as she held him securely inside the piece of furniture as the other three continued to seduce the helpless man. "God.... please help me!" Absalom cried aloud. Then, the Filipino temptresses laughed directly in his face while tag-team-nailing him on the love seat. "Like we said before.... you're not going anywhere.... but inside us," one woman repeated. "Program.... PROGRAM!.... I order you.... No! I command you to shut off NOW!" he screamed to the TeleFive at the top of his lungs. "Hah Hah Hah HAH.... you still don't get it.... our dearest Absalom? We're in control.... not you!" said another one of the four women, "We're in control... and we'll tell you when we're done.... which won't be anytime soon." "NO," he exclaimed, "Get the hell off of me.... AND GET OFF NOW!" More laughter erupted from two of the Asians while the other two tied ropes around his wrists and ankles. "I think we'll ride you for another ten hours or so.... and at turbo speed too," said the Filipino who bound Absalom tightly to the sofa. "Yes, or.... maybe twenty-four hours.... that way.... we all get six hours of lap dancing apiece," said the other Filipino assisting the first one. Trying to make a break for it, he squirmed madly like a frenzy-eating shark, however, the four of them were just too much for him to fight against. "Somebody help me.... God, help me...." he lamented. Tears of agony and hate rolled down his cheeks and his forearms wiggled as he made another attempt to escape the lascivious-pounding of the frightening-four.