R: N-No... ooooohhh... no... ooo... STOO... OPPPPP... DON’T TOUCH ME!Ahmed laughing. The sound of slapping. Rosalie crying out desperately.A: You go... big boobs, lady... I like to slap ‘em!R: STOO...OPPPP... OOOGGGH...STOOOPPPP!J: Sit on the planks, Ahmed.A: O.K., Miss... The switch again. A shriek... J: You... get on your knees.The switch yet again.J: I said... on your knees...that’s better... now... get it in your mouth, you bitch... The sound of hysterical sobs came from Rosalie, mounting. It was really exciting but the thought of getting caught scared the shit out of me anyway I made my mind up I was going to give it a try, I didn't have the best camera phone but I thought anything is better than nothing, I made a point of everytime I was at her flat I would sit opposite her with my camera app on, always pretending to text on Facebook whilst pointing it in her direction, One day I was there I got a couple of great shots as she stood up to do something, unbeknowing to her I slid. “Is this your rifle?”Again, the hunter shook his head and reluctantly replied, “No.”The angel reached down again and came up with a beat-up, no-thrills Savage Axis.“Is this your rifle?” the angel asked.“Yes,” the hunter replied softly and rather ashamedly. The angel was pleased with the man’s honesty and ended up giving him all three rifles to keep, and the hunter went home happy.A week later, the hunter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, showing her where the miracle occurred, when. “Relax and take it like a good little whore,” he ordered. “Yes, sir” I dutifully replied. Regardless I tensed a bit as he slowly worked it deeper and deeper into my ass. We had played with this tool before (what can I say, we both have very active sexual imaginations), and despite the small indentation at one end, again not unlike a butt plug, I always have this small irrational-or not-fear that the handle will somehow become lodged in my ass, and a trip to the ER will be required. Talk.