I never made the connection that The House of Hawk Studios was owned and operated by the same Mr. Hawk whose erotic novels I knew and loved so well. I...might probably have discovered this and chosen a different photographer before I booked myself in for a session. Instead, I was so captivated and enthralled by the quality of his photography - a mix of elegant bondage and erotica combined with a slightly edgy, raw sense of danger - that I couldn't wait to make the booking.I'm not sure which of us. Chloe, dressed in the shortest denim cutoffs I have ever seen, was standing in front of the makeshift watering station, which was a thick, wide plank across two wine barrels. From the back, half her ass cheeks were hanging out. Without exception, she dressed sexier than any woman I had ever known. She loved wearing mini-skirts of tennis-outfit length around the house and on more than one occasion I was privy to glimpses of her panties. She seemed to be aware. I know Dave had caught me looking. I was still very upset and tired of hurting. I got up and went to the garage. I took Marks' .38 revolver that he had been cleaning and one bullet. I walked outside to the spot that we had the party and sat down on a chair that was left there. I put the bullet in the pistol and pulled the hammer back. I looked up into the starry sky."You know? I thought your torments and games were over, but now I see that you won't be happy until you decide it's time to take my life. Well, I won't give you that. . I'll get on with it and get you men and women on your way to some orgasms like what we had earlier. My parents and youngest sister left on a saturday and my gorgeous hubby to be arrived at the house a few hours later. Sadly we had to wait until my other sister left with her "friend" (with benefits which she won't believe is what they are but considering if you awoke through the night you'd hear her bedsprings going crazy.) Saturday night arrived not quick enough and our fun began. Being the.