I'm not gay! I went back, she was so beautiful. NO! I shouldn't feel like that. I'm a tough trades man. I went to my bag and took out my duct tape. No...one fucking does that to me!I roughly threw her, (no him!I shouldn't be feeling like this I said to myself) to the ground. I ripped open the duct tape and roughly tied her hands behind her back. I then took a piece and put it over her mouth. Hopefully the strange attraction I had towards her (no him!, no it!. I turned her around and looked her. I whisper in her ear, does he have a hard-on? She gives the slightest giggle. I think she is enjoying this, and want to find out for sure. I lower my mouth to her tit and kiss it. She's not backing away. It's on. I'm sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. Grabbing the other. Pulling and squeezing so her nipples are protruding. Taking turns with each in my mouth. I'm not sure what her husband is doing, but looking at her, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. I know she is. She simply couldn't stop smiling. She was delighted at how things were going. She was keeping to her vow not to touch Alan or do anything "improper," and yet she was also having a hell of a fun time. While she wasn't able to fully sashay most of the time, her sashay lessons had taught her much about moving in a sexual manner, and so those lessons informed how she moved around the kitchen.As if Susan wasn't arousing enough already, she and Katherine tried to keep an erotic banter going while. We heard another gunshot. Pa ran into the kitchen in time to see Dog clamp down hard on a stranger's gun hand. He nearly bit all the way through the wrist. The next scream was his.The man released Ma and grabbed the injured wrist with his good hand. The hurt hand hung loose. Dog had crushed the wrist bones with those powerful jaws of his. Pa reached the intruder and struck him once in the face. Nothing more was needed. Dog started to growl again. The growl turned to a whine and he fell over on.