Betty waved at me to hurry me along with the distractions.The first thing I did was take a red wooden paddle with holes in it and go around smacking t...heir asses very hard. That didn’t do much. I found that when they weren’t talking there was a lot of awkward silence and felt the need to sort of narrate.“I thought that would at least make you laugh,” I said. I joked even “Should I show you a picture of my Uncle Eddie’s dick?”UNCLE’S NOTE: LOW BLOW, JUSTIN! LOW BLOW!That didn’t make them laugh. “Cheers.”We clicked glasses and the battle started. We’d both drunk a lot by this time, and the going was much slower. We were almost sipping at times, and I had to fight the gag reflex to force the syrupy, golden liquor down my throat. I could see he was the same. Two Christians, fighting in the sun against gladiators and lions, never had as hard a time of it. At the end, we slammed down our glasses at precisely the same time.“I win!” we both shouted at the same time, but it was more instinct. They usually go to a pub after the races so I knew that when I picked her up at 7.15 she would be drunk and very horny.In fact the races are a bit of a favourite – they are a great place to hook up. On a couple of occasions after going to the races Sophie has come home around 4am looking very dishevelled and ... with cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.I picked her up and we went to Justin’s place. He was fit, ruggedly good looking and very easy going. I could tell that Sophie was. "Like I said, I don't fucking get it!" I shrugged. "Look Jo, here's how it boils down. You say the word and Kellie lops their heads off. You say the other word and they live." That's it!" JoAnne sounded very angry. "They live! Nothing happens to them."Brian snorted."Well..." I tilted my head. "They live after they take care of those."I pointed at the Towers' hard-ons."And this one," Brian pointed down to his erection pushing against the front of his pants."NOO!" one of the rapist shouted..