He opened them again and roughly grabbed my one of my breasts, his thumb making a circle around my nipple and then kneading the flesh. “Ask me... as... me,” he panted, stroking faster, sweat running from his forehead. “Tell me you want to me to come all over you.” “Please,” I begged, in just the tone he liked, breathy and low and not too whiny, “Come for me. I want you to spray it all over me. Please.” He moaned, almost at the point of no return. I tried to anticipate where it would land first,. He fired, hitting you twice before spraying a hail of bullets around the room as patrons and staff ducked for cover." you explained. "Really? Are you serious?" I asked. "Really! You did that. I think the fact that he actually shot you startled him too. He immediately ran for his car. In his haste to get away, he hit the Sheriffs car and then a tree. Seeing the Sheriff exit his car with gun drawn was too much for him. He ended his own life as he sat in his car. "I need a stiff drink and a place. He, on the other hand is behaving exactly as predicted, exactly as many men dedicated to their wives. Apart from his suspicions before they arrived, the initial worry about her, followed by the anger, the refusal to take part in our “little game” as he sees it, is all precisely on track. She smiles to herself thinking about how many men have thought themselves to be so clever in refusing to eat their food assuming it to be drugged. People just do not realise how many drugs, especially. Rick hesitated, then nervously grabbed each side of her panties. Heshivered as he touched her skin for the first time and slowly slippedthe panties down her legs. Her naked bum was now only a few inches fromhis face and he gazed on the two orbs of flesh in front of himdesperately wanting to reach out and stroke them, but he knew he mustnot dare toRhona glanced down over her shoulder to see the look on Rick's face andshe knew what he was thinking. She giggled to herself and pushed her bumback.