I will." Lifting your plate down to the floor under the table, I grab you by the hair and push you down. With your hands bound behind you, it's...an awkward posture for you, and I end up supporting your weight as I push your face down to the remaining salad. "Clean your plate, slut." You lower yourself as best you can, spreading your legs wide to lower your face to the meal. Releasing your hair, I let you eat, struggling for balance as you blindly search your plate with your. ”Boyd stood up, slammed the door and walked into the house to retrieve the .357 pistol, pulling on a thin pair of gloves. He came out onto the front porch and fired two shots into the ground in front of the cabin. Boyd dropped the big pistol into an evidence bag and removed his gloves.“I do believe this weapon’s been fired recently,” he said and laughed. Boyd climbed into the driver’s seat and turned half way around. “And the only finger prints on the gun are yours, Travis.”“You fired that gun. .. Sheila? You had an affair with Sheila? ... You fucking idiot! Does her husband know?”“No, I don’t think so, Rich ... I feel so stupid. We’ve known each other for so long, it felt comfortable to take her to get something to eat, after that meeting.”“Do you love her?” I dreaded the answer to this, because it could have such a ripple effect on this company, as well as affecting many lives in the process.“No, I don’t love her ... but she is awfully nice, she understands me better than Mary does,. She started shouting without thinking of neighbors ahhh, I will die aaahhhh ummmmm ummmm, can’t bear it aahh . I pulled her panty out instantly and smooching her pussy lips directly. She was pulling the sofa covers and giving shrill moans. Water was flowing like anything from her pussy and it was exciting me a lot. Out of excitement I pulled my dick out and started rubbing on her pussy. She started saying please don’t stop, I want you deep inside me. I want to be yours, I want to feel you. I.