He nodded, once he was up. “Yeah, I’m not going to bother with anything else that way. I do not like using real weapons for firearms training.” ...He reached behind his back and pulled out a pistol. “I’m dropping the magazine, and racking the slide, so you all can see that I do NOT have a live round in this.”Once he did that, he showed us that it was empty. “I know, you always consider guns to be loaded and live, that’s why I don’t like this. But, I’d like to see what you’d do in this situation.”. This time I was in complete control, and I was determined that nothing was going to interfere with Sally's getting her first bona fide vaginal orgasm. I felt good. I felt strong. If anything, the impromptu excursion into Honolulu's streets in search of a drugstore had been good for me. I was cool now. In control. The Man.The condom wasn't a deal-breaker. We joined together comfortably and completely, and Sally's lubrication was ample. I hate condoms and would have much-preferred an alternative. It was easy. Locking water without looking at it meant nothing – yet.We were on our backs, sunglasses and more sun block freshly applied when everyone else came back. They were excited and a little wired from the thrill of the ride, and that was enough to get us up and moving."Feel like a swim?" I asked."Absolutely," Kelli sighed. "That sun was nice, but I'm boiling!" Me too," I agreed. "Lets get a drink first."We stopped at the fridge downstairs and topped off our mostly melted and barely cool. She sobbed as the vile suggestions continued. Joshuapoked at her on the floor with his boot and explainedthat she had not raised enough money to pay her “duty”for trespassing. Veronica’s sobs turned into wails as she was pulled toher feet and her hands tied together. She struggled withlittle affect as a rope then pulled her arms over herhead and she was pulled into the air until her feet werebarely touching the floor. Then a rope was attached toeach leg and they were pulled.