"But Uncle Grant, I don't want a spanking!" Gracy whined."Want it or not, you're getting a spanking, Missy." I answered sternly."My name isn't Missy, ...t's Gracy!" she spoke back to me."You know very well I meant, and you're being sassy, which just means more swats." That's not fair!" How is it not fair? You know better than to interrupt your elders. Your Mother and I were talking, and you interrupted us." Exactly, Gracy! Listen to your Uncle Grant." Megan cut in as she sat on the other chaise. Well, it was hardly surprising. Everyone was stripped off maybe apart from stockings and suspenders for the women. I recognised Sandra who was lying on the floor. A cock in each hand and she was deftly wanking them off while another lady had her cunt lips pressed to her face while another guy was fucking her. The lady was tweaking Sandra’s nipples as this went on. Elsewhere around the cramped scene there were cocks being sucked, pussies being fucked and the sound and smell was of pure lustful. See what I mean about vaginas granting bitches special rights in the eyes of society? I waited with my rifle. When I saw the bitch, I aimed and fired. I shot her twice, just between the eyes. The bitch fell dead. I smiled and got out of there as fast as I could. I left South Africa and then scoured the Internet looking for news of bitches who did evil deeds and were being treated leniently by society. I read something about a wealthy Greek heiress who massacred her best friends and their. Still, I managed to say, “Yes, Sharon, we did agree to this.” “Good. So I am going out now but I want you to think about how to control what you say so you are not as rude to me in future. I know you just think they are your opinions but believe me you are just plain rude to me, and to others most times. However, now you are under the One Strike Rule you won’t get any second chances; today or tomorrow.” I looked at Sharon and although fully realised what she said I knew she was anxious to go.