"Thank you, daddy." She thought. "Thank you for taking your time!"Deanna turned on the bedroom light and ran to her father’s desk. The gun was right... where she remembered it, top-right drawer all the way in back. Examining the weapon, she remembered her father’s instructions."Point it away from yourself." Check."Pull the slide back, and release it." Check."Release the safety." Ummm… Oh, yeah! Check.The doorknob turned, noisily, and she got into the stance daddy had shown her. Feet apart, the gun. “There’s more to life than selling houses. Come on in. Beer?”Jackson smacked his lips absentmindedly. “Mmm, twist my arm. Whatcha got?”“Hmmm, Dos Equis, Corona and Negra Modelo. I think have a few Lone Stars around, but allow me to recommend you don’t drink them. In fact, I should pour those down the drain one of these days.”Jack smiled. “Negra Modelo, please. Thank you so much.”Jose poured the rich dark beer into a chilled pint glass and handed it to Jackson. The three stood in the Gutierrez’s. Jerry took her hand shaking it gently, ‘I’m pleased to meet you Mary, I’m Jerry.’ ‘Well, goodnight Jerry,’ she said softly, easing her hand from his. She turned and walked up to her door. Not wanting to push the situation, Jerry remained on the sidewalk watching as she unlocked the door, opened it and stepped inside. She then waved meekly through the window there. Jerry waved and watched as she disappeared into the building. It was a setback for him, for the first time a delay in his plan, but. This morning Tommy and Mark went thought their mother's closet and throw out most of her conservative clothes and only kept those they think it well look beautiful and sexy on their mother. They even went though her under wear drawers to make sure only her sexiest under wear remained.Mark squatted behind her, and Susan swallowed a groan as something was shoved into her asshole. This time Mark inserted whatever it was gently, and she felt an unusual sensation.They untied her then, and as she.