Do not shoot!”There was a minute of silence before he spoke. “Come out unarmed! Keep your hands where I can see them!”“I’m comin’ out but ...I’ll be keepin’ my weapons. I give up my guns, what’s to keep this fool from runnin’?”The man was hesitating, wondering if he could trust us, when Zeke spoke up. “You need to pay better attention mister. I walked right up behind you and you didn’t notice a thing. Now to make us all happy how about you prop that rifle up against that wagon wheel. I’m going to. George and she were holding their own, Abby thought, and her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions."Whore," he said quietly. "You're just a whore with a gold band on your finger. You'll never be anything but a whore. You've always been one and nothing you can do will change that."Abby loved the words. She had had many lovers before George, and scores since they had been married. But one thing kept them together: no man could please her as he did. No man was cruel enough, hard enough. God I felt a twinge in my trunks like no other. Although later that night probably after a drink I confessed to being turned on by it we never really acted on it. I put it down to a my feeleings of disgust. Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday we got back home and ducked and wanked each other silly. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself. That's my late night work routine. Sometimes I'll stand up next to the glass and run my hands all over my body for my car bound audience. I've even gone so far as to go downstairs and walk out to my car and back without getting dressed, but only when it's not to chilly out. Occasionally I roll my chair up to the glass, lean back, close my eyes, and start caressing my breasts and nipples. I work my way down to my already moist pussy and start rubbing my clit, before I slide a couple fingers into.