Part 26 Not all Ryans fault =================== First the bad news Tom and Jenny have moved out. Tom decided to finish his degree in a London universi...ty and Jenny, of course, transferred with him. Im, WE are going to miss them. I did give Jenny my old clit ring just before they left and Tom promised to squeeze it onto her clit just as soon as he could. My new clit ring ——————- Ryan had quite a bit of fun fitting it on my clit. For starters he strapped me onto the Sybian for a good 30 minutes.. Someone came and unfastened the ring gag and I closed my mouth and swallowed all the cum in it as the guys clapped and cheered for me. Someone untied my head and brought a wet towel and wiped my face and eyes. End of round one, I guessed. My arms and legs were untied and hands took my arms and pulled me up into a sitting position. My arms were dead from being tied for so long and I couldn’t move them. I told the guys and they rubbed them and massaged them until the tinglies started and I was. "In my time it's a game of skill often played by socially acceptable people. Actually, billiards is out of style." I'll accept that ... what else does 'calling the shots' mean?" Firearms, ma'am," said Andie, "Frontiersmen used to call the location of the bullet strike before the shot." She grinned, "Some of them were extremely accurate." I see, my husband and I shoot once a week at the Moose Lodge Range. We also shoot at the Amusement Park during the summer. Those little .22 pump guns are fun.". The next morning, I make sure that I'm as presentable as possible. I wax myself, because no one likes hair in their food, and I spend forever in the shower making sure I'm completely clean. I put on clothes that are easy to take off, a tank top, skirt and my lowest heels. I don't bother with anything under them. I bring some money for a taxi, but leave everything else at home. The whole time, I feel a chill in my chest of mortal fear for what I'm about to do, mixed with the warmth of finally.