Brad was my height, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and boyishly handsome in the eyes of this woman who was old enough to be his mother. Brad stood close... to me when we weren’t shooting. He asked me polite questions like, “How was your day? What kind of work do you do?” And so on.I caught him a couple of times staring at my breasts. Hell, I caught them all staring at my breasts! I enjoyed teasing them, bending over the table to where my skirt would ride up my ass with a glimpse of my black silk. They were from Ralph and the note said."Hope you are well Ruthy? love Ralph." I groaned. My chest hurt badly.Maybe he was still around and he was my ticket out of here however my thoughts were broken by the phone ringing.I moved up a little feeling every move in my tender chest and picked up the receiver."Hi who's calling." Hi Michelle it's Joey here, how are you feeling today?" I feel like shit," I replied my voice shrill, "Otherwise I'm fine." Well I?m told the pain goes away in a few days,". It was still standing stiff as a steel rod. It was all shiny and wet. She used her fist to give it a couple of quick, hard strokes, then raised back up and stuffed the thing back up inside her. Sometime during this I looked down and noticed Dad’s legs. His heels were arched upward, only his toes were still touching the floor. His calves and knees were shaking wildly. His whole being was caught up, in an effort to drive his cock as deeply into her as he could. With only his toes for. A closed choke insured the shot maintained a tight pattern as it rocketed through the air.If you've ever seen such a weapon in use, you've seen what a closed choke, double-aught buck shotgun will do to a target. A small set of closely spaced holes in a two or three inch pattern at the entry and a huge six to eight inch crater blown away at the exit point. It's not pretty. But then it is to stop big game, like black bears. Or pimps.I reached into the built-in compartment in the rear of the cab.