His hand darted towards his jacket, only to freeze at the sound of the shotgun's firing hammers clicking into place."I think you should remove your ja...cket, and your communications gear. And you should do everything very slowly," John told the man, who complied."Now then, Tom, if you would be so kind as to relieve this gentleman of his pistol, we will all feel much better," John asked of me when the removal of the jacket showed a pistol holstered at his hip.I collected the pistol and the commo. "Five years," she whistled, "I bet you would love to rape me?"I stopped wiping down the car and turned and looked at her, as I did she pulled her shoulders back and pushed her tits out more."I just bet you'll love to get your degenerate hands on my tits," she said, with a giggle.My eyes zeroed in on them for they were a very nice pair indeed, a good handful that's for sure. After a few long seconds she raised both hands and cupped herself."There're nice and big and firm," she teased, "just how. I gritted my teeth and let out a stifled scream into the mattress as he banged me rough. Not enough lube had been massaged to loosen up the hole and skin around it, and so he rammed my ass raw, causing me more pain. Still I wondered along with the constant pull of his hands on my hips to increase his own orgasm, what he had told his colleagues. Trying to focus on getting myself to cum with him, as I knew he would be displeased if I didn't cum when he came, I went to reach down to play with my. He walks towards you, clips the leash to your collar and states. "You have been a bad puppy, do you love your toy?" Of which you sit, wag your tail and yip in excitement."Now puppy, you know that there is no yipping and that you have to act like a puppy during your masters visits - right?"You lower your head as you know you have been bad."Puppy, that even means that you don't stand up and walk to your toy to retrieve it - right?"Your mind is reeling, he saw that - damn your in bigger trouble.