I was due to travel home on Saturday, and this was Thursday evening. While chatting, Helen asked if I would like to go to her nearby flat for a coffee...I did not think it would hurt so I agreed. We set off on foot and arrived in around a quarter of an hour. Helen made some coffee and was soon sitting next to me on the settee; she looked and smelt amazing. Before long we were in a long, passionate kiss and I was fondling her large breasts.It was not long before we were in the bedroom naked on her. I wondered if all it took was standing up to them and making fun of them to get them to behave – how come they hadn’t done that for me since I’ve been making fun of both of them for years?The next big distraction on my Saturday was when I heard the rapid-fire thump-thump-thump of what could only be an excited Barbara Jean running down my stairs. I went to the living room and she was wearing a pink and black Aerobics outfit that looked like it came straight out of a John Travolta movie from the. They contented themselves by simply blazing away at us without effect.After a few minutes of this nonsense, I spotted a booted foot projecting from the cover of a table. I knew that any innocents were outside the saloon enjoying the show, so I shot at the boot and got lucky. Just as I shot, the wearer of the boot moved enough to expose his ankle and that's what I hit. My bullet shattered his ankle and he let out a piercing scream. He then began crying and begging for help. Of course, none of. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed downon me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of passion. Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out andhis mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removingit and throwing it aside. He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and unzippinghis pants without losing momentum. I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love.