I let him run thru the desert. Let him work up a sweat and think he might actually get away. Give him just a teeny-tiny taste of hope.I linked, lifted... the rifle sighted and shot him in the thigh. Harve fell down and slid thru a small ground hugging patch of cholla cactus.Getting down off the hood, I collected the canteen then climbed into the car and started the engine. I drove the hundred and fifty yards to where Harve lay crying and holding his leg.I stopped the car about ten yards away from. They thought they would be viewing a wedding, but it would be something completely different. It would be a slave completely submitting to his superior and Mistress accepting ownership of Her property.All of the guests turned to look toward the back when the opening chords of "Here comes the bride" rang out. They were surprised and confused by what they saw. Mistress was not the bride. slave was. This would not be a "normal" wedding by any stretch of the imagination.Mistress looked beautiful. It would all be worth it in the end. The longer the build-up, the better the payoff, right? She sure hoped so because her pussy was itching to be touched and it was all she could do to keep from hopping up on him and demand he shove his cock inside her pussy.She stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted Tommy for the first time. It was a unique taste, warm and salty and thick. Whatever its flavor, her tongue's interpretation of it seemed to be linked directly to her pussy, sending a warm surge of. This is all about my first two days of sexual encounter with my brother-In-Law, how it started and we confronted sexually to satisfy each other.It was not me who actually started but I accept myself fully responsible for whatever happened between us. We’ve certainly cheated our partners but now after getting fully involved with each other emotionally as well sexually we are not ready to think about anything except satisfying each other.Before getting into the incident I would like to say that.