"Please leave. Just respect that I'm with Sherry and I don't have any desire to be with you, Nadine. I promise I won't tell our parents how many times...you've proposed this arrangement."I pulled my hair and shed a couple tears. "Okay, Ted. Just know that my door is always open. Whenever you just get even slightly curious what its like to make love to a woman that wants nothing more than to be with you, come knock on my door," I let him know, prior to dropping my hands. "I'll do anything you want. The champagne wasstarting to have an effect. "Well . . . what about the prophecy?" "Ah, the prophecy!" said Cynthia. "I think we struck a blow against superstitioustommyrot today, don't you? 'We defy augury,' as Hamlet or somebody once said." "Well . . . okay," said Sandy. "Could I have some more champagne?" Just then, Billy Bob Buford, from the nearby village of Butcher's Swallow,stepped into the clearing. He was scrawny, with wispy brown hair and prominent,crooked teeth. He wore tattered. I reached out and picked-up my stockings, a large diamond lace, requiring a belt to stay up, and when adorned, framed my ass beautifully in black, making its nudity more revealing, something I planned for, as lying face down could only invite him to ease between my firm cheeks, and take that most intimate of orifices for his sexual pleasure.I massaged some Astroglide onto my anal entrance, then eased it up my backside, withdrew and pushed more up in deep, letting the heat of my anal cavity coat. ?Suck on this you filthy whore? I couldn't believe he expected me to openmy mouth so he could stick a gun in there! How could I? I fixed my eyes onhis, trying to plead with him not to do this to me, but the only noise I couldmake was a soft high-pitched wail. More tears filled my eyes when I saw nota hint of mercy in his. He wanted to see me suck his gun barrel. For him, thiswas a fantasy, and I was nothing to him, not a person at all in that context. ?P-p-please? Ican't? I whispered. ?Do it.