Five dollars." I have my own. I'll pay for five pair." She opened a side pocket on her jacket, hauled out a roll of hundreds and peeled one off. "Come...on girls ... let's go shoot."At the range, E'veen showed the girls her pistol. While she was at it she explained the workings to the gunsmith. He took copious notes."Some training first ... when you draw your weapon from it's holster your finger is laid on the side of the frame ... not on the trigger..." Over the next hour, E'veen gave her. Never before in my life had I received an orgasm without physical stimulation, and that meant I would have to fuck him. And he would wake up and smile that smarmy grin that told me he knew he won yet another battle. More humiliation, even now just thinking it.I did have orders from him. The house rules, for instance. I was the cook, so I needed to be up for breakfast ... even before to get it set up. I also had to be ready for him whenever he wanted me. He hadn’t wanted me, except to suck off. His hair trigger shot his ready load on his grandmothers feet, he turned red as a turkey cock, and she, realising what had happened, laughed. …to his embarrassment! Then realising his shame, she said for him not to worry, it was a compliment and to pass her a tissue, which he did she speedily mopping her slippers then without comment returning herself to her position on the stool, smiled at the lad and muttered “Now, where were we?” She lifted her left breast, offering him the nipple, an offer. “Hey Vikram, welcome to Bangalore,” she said as she gave me a friendly hug. Her boobs pressed against my chest and I could feel the firmness through my shirt. In the past, she did not even shake hands with me and now she had hugged me. I was actually amazed.Akash came up to me within a few moments and we too greeted each other. I learned that Akash’s father was mostly on tour for business purpose and currently was in Delhi and we would meet only once we returned from Kanyakumari.The next hour.