I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookp...ark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten the old man’s shotgun out of their bedroom, loaded it, stuck it out the side door, and. It sucked then, too. Did Heather contact Emma somehow? No, that wasn’t possible. Was it?“Eeee! Eeee! Eeee!!!” Jess cried out as her orgasm hit again.“I’m cumming, Mistress, I’m cumming!” she shouted. The pain and pleasure were both intense and in her effort to pull away from the bullet vibe a final time, she fell over onto her side. With the spreader bars still in place, she couldn’t really go anywhere, but Emma pulled the toy away anyway.“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm,” Jess was moaning as her climax. Sheri then asked if I wanted to go back to my house and show them where I would get dressed. I agreed, because I had no choice.When we got back Jere quickly stripped and began looking thru my mothers wardrobe and picked out outfits for both him and Sheri. Sheri helped get Jere ready starting with nylons and a bra. I sat with my legs crossed and watched Jere's actions, especially him putting the hose on, it looked very sexy and I noticed he was growing in excitement. He had smooth shaved legs. I step into my black suspender belt and roll on some sheer white nylon RHT stockings, making sure the seam is straight as I clasp the suspenders. A black thong goes over my clit and tightly up my ass. I finger it with some lube and slide a black butt plug in to make sure I'm starting to stretch. To complete the maid outfit, I get a black tutu and maids top, black lacy necklace and finally my shiny strappy heels. Feeling very slutty, I put a coat over the top so all people can see is my necklace.