“What’s with the gun?” “I’m going to shoot you, three bullets center mass.” “Role playing?” She laughed to herself. She couldn’t be...ieve this egotistical bastard. “Yeah, that’s it, role playing. You’re my target and I’m your assassin. And, let’s see, I’ve been hired by a certain powerful individual, that shall remain nameless, to kill you which will in turn keep you from passing a very damaging piece of legislation.” “Who, a tobacco big-wig?” “Whatever, Senator. Take your pick I’m sure you. I want you to give it a chance darling.” I tried to reply but couldn’t. I was tongue-tied at hearing my wife talk so matter-of-factly about cheating on me with my brother. “I want you to go on home, dinner is in the fridge, just pop it in the microwave. I want have more sex with your brother before I come home. I was on my second orgasm when you walked in on us, and I want to get some more cum out of his big thing before he leaves. I’ve been looking forward to this. His member has grown so much that it seemed endless, but she finally reached its tip and covered it with the folds of losse skin in the hollow of her damp palm before beginning another downward journey, sqeezing him tightly again, stretching his foreskin, alternately strangling his tumescent flesh and relaxing her grip on it, barely grazing it or tormenting it, massaging it in broad strokes or irritating it with quick, merciless little movements… " . Isabelle gave him a big hug and told him to thank his sister. Hilda had returned from the back to take Isabelle to the dressing room for fitting, then returned a little later to fetch her new shoes. When she returned with Franz they looked proud. ‘Jean-Marie Bête, Hilda and I are proud to present the lovely miss Isabelle Anderson.’ Franz said and bowed while opening the curtain to the back. Isabelle stepped forward feeling shy for the first time in a long while. The couple had fitted her with a.