The little .410 spat fire, a perfect headshot. The shadow melted to the ground."Get to the gun safe," Grannie commanded. "Into the living room, now! G...t in the damn safe!" In the darkness, Liv groped along the living room wall, searching for the coat closet. She flung the door open and reached for the combination dial on the giant safe. She felt the engraved plaque then grabbed the combination dial."It's not locked, just turn the handle." Fear filled Grannie's voice. Liv reached to the right,. "Now how do we play this? You are the bitch?" May be!" Places Angels Penis into his mouth and begins sucking on it.Angel grabs Max's head and pulls on his hair just a little. "Play gently or it's chains for you." Max stops and looks up at him and grins. Then pins angel to the bed and straddles him putting Angel penis into his anus.Angel growls louder. It could be heard from out in the hall. "You like that don't you?" Not as much as you do." He begins grinding on his penis taking it all in. And yet this soft rubbing of her foot against me, especially seeing her smiling innocent face right across from me, made me feel as if I had just taken a shot or two of everclear.‘Heather…? Uh…’ I wasn’t at my most articulate.‘Shh…’ she said, moved over to me, and kissed me. Her hand gripped mine, and in about two minutes, I was on her bed, with her kissing me. I was lost. When her hands reached down to feel my jeans, I was even more lost. And, a second later, when she unzipped me and took me. Christine may be quiet as a mouse, but her texting was better than some of my grad students.We had been going for about ten minutes when Christine mentioned a reporter at the restaurant. I felt as if I had been doused in ice water. I immediately did a news search on "Sheila Schwartz". Sure enough, there were hits. Biting my lip, I tried "Mistress Cynthia". More hits. By this time Christine and Francine had taken notice. We all took a deep breath when "Sheila Schwartz" + "Mistress Cynthia".