What could I do at least to stimulate myself, even if I failed to stimulate Rob?“Listen Rob.” I said.I thought to myself, “I’ll tell him about... Miss Ferguson and try to drag whatever enjoyment I can from the memory.”“At work yesterday...” and I proceeded to tell him about Brian winning the prize and so on.Wonder of wonders, it wasn’t long before the sleeping “giant” in my hand began to show some interest. So I prolonged the telling. His hand strayed to my twat and began to finger fuck me. His. And last you, but only to disable you, not to kill you. Is that also clear?" No trouble," I said, my heart pounding. Dealing with the guns would be up to me.I heard the door slide open. As I turned Lee walked in carrying Johnnie. Right behind them was another of Estrada's gunsels, his pistol pointed right at her back.Heedlessly I ran over to her and threw my arms around them both. She grabbed me back hard with her free hand. For a moment I was completely unaware of the hard men who surrounded. I got out of bed quietly, so as not to wake my wife, and looked into the spare room and was surprised to find Brett's bed empty. I wandered out to the living room and saw him sitting in the sun on the veranda. He hadn't yet dressed and was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful and happy.As I approached, Brett opened his eyes and gave me the warmest smile I had seen for a long while. Our eyes met and I new straight away that everything was ok between. Suddenly I stop. I order you to roll over; as I slowly drag my finger out of your mouth. After that I push at your hip to get you moving. You climb on top of the bed and roll over onto your stomach.I slap your soft round ass cheeks as you move quick. Alternating between cheeks, I swat until you feel them start to tingle constantly. Now you are breathing fast, my little slut. I watch your bottom swaying slightly from side to side in anticipation of each slap. Little cries and moans escape your.