As they were finishing with the cleaning, “What are those?” Morales asked his wife as he looked in the display case. There were two clear plastic ...packages containing what appeared to be two oddly colored .30-06 bullets in each.“Something I wish I had when I was teaching you to shoot the rifle,” Jasmine said. “They’re Snap Caps. Dummy rounds that you can use to dry fire with. And we’re at that stage now, don’t you think?”“Dry fire?” Christine asked with a frown.“Practice rounds that you can. I squirmed and told him tostop, but the gag made me sound all garbled. He pressed against me, and my bound hands felt his cock, getting harder and bigger."That's right you sissy slut, that cock's all for you! You're gonna love my cock! Now sit in that char. Now!"I obeyed and sat in the chair. I looked up and saw my captor. He was wearing a ski mask, a black tee and jeans. I couldn't determine if it was the guy I was supposed to meet. He knelt down and cuffed my ankles.He ran his hand up. I moaned my pleasure and encouragement. I was thinking constantly about Roger’s feelings. I wanted this first experience to be perfect for him, in the hopes of making it a regular thing. But then I realized I could be in danger of over thinking. Roger was obviously not a complete novice, just out of practice and nervous about the whole situation. I should just relax and let him move at his own pace. I didn’t have to worry about any more phone calls breaking the mood. I raised my hands to my own. Immediately my heart starts pounding- I know it's on. So I say 'you guys wanna finish these drinks and have our next round at the hotel?' They agree and I immediately start getting hard but now it's time to leave so I focus on anything else to keep it in check and my boxer briefs help keep it not noticeable.We walk into the hotel together and up the elevator to the room. No one says much of anything, just some vague smiles and lost in thought about what was going to happen and how good it.