"Stop a second, I don't want to come yet," you said to me out of the blue. I complied but realized we were both trembling with the effort of holding b...ck. You looked so hot, June. "You understand that if I play your game, you are going to have to be a perfect angel to me to get out," you stressed to me, over and over. I got it and nodded each time. "You are going to be my slave as long as the game lasts," you continued. "Your sex slave you mean," I asked clarifying my role in the game. "No, my. She pushed her thighs against my shoulders so that I was safely secured in place for Pauline to spank me with the brush without fear of me moving around.“Oh, definitely me, Auntie. I was always being spanked as I couldn’t help but ignore you or not want to do as you told me,” Elaine laughed.At that moment, the brush stopped being tapped against my bottom and Pauline paused, took a deep breath and then began her work. The nasty clothes brush landed hard, across the fleshy centre of my already. However, as I stepped out of the building, I heard a gunshot close by, and a bullet crashed against my belly. Then a voice rang out, "TAKE THAT, YOU ISIL BASTARD!" On principle, I had fallen back into the shadow inside the building to try to find out what was going on when the bullet hit me. I didn't want to kill a source of information before I had a chance for a little conversation.This voice, however, did not sound like it came from an ISIL member, so I shouted back, "HEY, DON'T SHOOT! I'M. It feels good, the heat she exudes, the energy. She leans forward and suddenly her face is up against mine. It is so fast, almost violent, that I think she has been shoved from behind, but our lips are touching and she does not move away. I feel the pressure of her tongue against my mouth and involuntarily yield for her to find her way through. Our tongues meet and flick against each other in an unseen battle, sending a shudder through me like something electric. I pull away without knowing.