" She did, and began to cry. There wasn't much I could do but give encouragement - weak, but showed someone cared. I asked what time she was off her s...ift. "10:00 p.m." I invited her to a late dinner. She couldn't say "yes" fast enough. She called her sitter and said she'd be late.At 10:00, I went to the lobby and walked to my car. This was to ensure her relief staffer wouldn't be suspicious. We each drove our cars to a designated place in the next town (no need for gossip). We parked, had a. “Sometimes the cap shatters.”She slipped on the glasses, pulled back the hammer to full-cock and lifted the musket. “Does it kick?” she asked.“No. A gentle nudge, maybe.”Kara put her finger on the trigger and aimed at the target. With a boom and a cloud of smoke the musket discharged. “Well done,” Adam said. “You didn’t even flinch.”“It does remind me of being with my dad,” she said. “The noise, the flash, the smoke ... It doesn’t smell like I remember. I remember it smelling like rotten. There is little wiggle room and I feel how I stretch her a little, my hips now thrusting up as much as Ashley bounces down. Her composure is lost as I pull her close and intensify my thrusts, maybe a little too forceful for my own balance but we are going to see who loses this battle. Her eyes tell me she is considering a full retreat, crossed like the Rubicon and about as focused as I was on work these past days. Her normally so cute face lacks all decency now, her mouth open and her breath. .." You moan and move your head from side to side, applying the clamps you groan in pain trying to twist from my grip. "Yeah that will do...some weights to make them tighter...let's see how much it will take to get you talking." Reaching down, feeling your bushy mound, spreading your lips, my fingers feel that you are soaked. I slide my mouth down as I sniff your musky odor, mmmmm and running my tongue up your slit tasting you. I push your legs apart and you fight twisting and grunting. I reach.