"I sat up, gasping. My dignity wasn't helped any by the fact that I had his wife's pussy-juice all over my face. I looked at the huge bulge in Bobby's... crotch and then up into his smouldering eyes."You really want to fuck me, Bobby?" I asked, reaching for his cock."Have a good feel, s*s, and tell me what YOU think," grinned my kinky brother.His cock felt like a baseball bat under his pants and my pussy began to leak with lust as I tried unsuccessfully to get my fingers around its rock-hard. One gun that I was particularly taken with was the USAS-12 combat shotgun. It was basically an American design, but it had been built in South Korea by Daewoo Precision Industries. Originally, there was some controversy over the gun's legality, and I am not sure how Dad's friends had acquired theirs.Anyway, one Monday during the summer after I had graduated from high school, I was out in the desert "playing" with the shotgun. Mostly, I had been practicing with it as if I were about to have a. ”Jeff stood watching as Lieutenant Mayfield stepped into one of Security’s SUV’s and followed the limo driven by one of the troopers as it started around the slope toward the front and the driveway off the plateau. The troopers had already put the group’s luggage just inside the mudroom before they left. The women had gone into the building with only Frank and Bill remaining outside with Jeff.Frank cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed. “Don’t even bother to say it. I fucked up and almost. In truth, Tina was a complete switch: a slave to someone who was very dominant, and a Mistress to someone who was submissive."We just want to make sure that you aren't being abused at home," said Ms. Ellis."Really," said Tina. "The answer is 'no'. I like BDSM. A lot." She turned to Mr. Jennings and continued, "Feel free to use me in any class demonstration you'd like. We can discuss my limits at any time." Turning back to Ms. Ellis, she said, "I'm not being abused. I was being abused earlier.