Amanda sensed the change in the slave in front of her even before he started to groan loudly. She reached up and grabbed the base of his cock with her...hand and pumped her mouth furiously on his shaft. He uttered several loud moans in a row before his cock erupted in her mouth. Amanda moaned as she was finally let down from her orgasm, and she could concentrate again on the finale. She drew herself closer to him and slowed her movements as he softened in her mouth. She milked a last few drops. “What are we doing here?” Mac asked, suspicious of his wife’s motives. “You trying to kill yourself again?”“No, silly,” Lisa said cheerfully. “I just want you to shoot me again.”“That’ll kill you again,” Mac argued. “I thought you didn’t want killed anymore. Besides, you can’t shield, now. You’d actually die.”“I promise I’ll come back,” she said, grinning at him. “I can always come back.”Mac sighed and picked up the cannon. “It has some charge in it,” he said, somewhat surprised. It had been. She seemed to be hurrying her drinking, or trying to drown out a vivid memory of last night's so-called dream. Whichever, Aunt Beth was well smashed by two o'clock, wobbling on her long unsteady legs and still not out of her bikini.This time, she didn't bother to make excuses and claim she was ill; Beth gave them both a loose-lipped smile and made for her bedroom. After awhile, Linda said, "Maybe she's hoping to have another dream." I'll give her one," Eddie promised. "And this time, it won't. "They are your painters. Listen to them, follow their directions and once all of you are painted and dry we will run through our routines."The team pictures said it all. Thirty kids and two coaches, painted maroon and gold, harlequin fashion, in a water based breathable latex paint, proudly displaying silver medals indicating they had placed second to a textile team from across the state.National rules allowed that each state might send a textile team and an Absolute team to national.