She’s already skirt-less, her blouse hanging down over her bottom and crotch, and he’s pinching her nipples through the front of her blouse as he ...hispers encouragement to her. We catch his final words, “Go be the best slut you can be!” – and she breaks off the kiss and walks into the middle of the room, unbuttoning and opening the front of her blouse – peeling it off to show off her slim body and small boobs (no bra and just the briefest pair of panties). She’s in decent shape for a. Sean helped to lighten the mood by telling a story about Gwynedd's parents which he did with a put-on Welsh accent. It was an amusing story but Gwynedd attacked him."That wasn't an imitation of a proper Welsh accent," she said as she punched his arm. "If anything it was a southern Taffy one. My family are north Welsh and speak proper Welsh." I wasn't speaking Welsh," protested Sean."Maybe not but you made a pig's ear of speaking North Walian English." But I am English so you've got to allow me. Except for the two lucky rounds that passed right through my left side and then also my right upper arm right as I was dropping myself to the ground, a bit too late.FUCK! The side wound seemed to be the worst, a through-and-through that luckily probably missed everything of any particularly importance on its way in-and-out of me. The upper arm wound hurt worse, enough so that I moved the MP-5 into my left hand. That bullet had struck center mass in the middle of my arm and from the feel of. ‘Did I do that? Down boy, time for dinner and a show. I’m hungry for real food, so you will just have wait until later to try to knock me up again.’ I dressed quickly, and we went up to the restaurant on the 35th floor where we both enjoyed a prime rib dinner and a bottle of Niagara red wine. It was a good job that we could walk to the show at the Casino. I wouldn’t have wanted to drive. We decided to go back to our room for a moment, when I saw the maid and got an idea I just had to follow up.