“I wish this would never end.” “It won’t.” he said and kissed me deeply.“Promise?” I asked. “I promise.” he said. “Now ca... I see what is under that dress?” “Yes.” I whispered and he picked me up and carried me up to the bedroom. Slowly helowered my feet back to the floor. Pushing him gently down onto the bed and stepped back out ofhis reach. Then I went over to the stereo and turned it on. Slowly I danced to the music andslipped out of my gown leaving only my thong and lace bra. . There was a note pinned to the suspender belt advising me to putthe knickers on over, not under, it and to roll on the stockings so as toavoid pulling on them.In the top drawer was an assortment of cosmetics, a hairbrush, ribbons,some bobby pins and hair clips. I was slightly shocked to find somecondoms there as well.Just slipping the nightgown on over my head I found erotic, and I wasfurther stimulated by the thought of wearing the maid's dress in themorning. Once in bed I tried to read but. I could reload almost as fast as I could with the old design, and I could go longer between pauses to clear the fouling. If necessary, I could go as long as 50 shots before I had to piss on the mechanism to clean it. This was particularly popular with my wives when the time came to convert their rifles.The first test of the new rifle was a resounding success. We had made our way down the Mississippi almost as far as Memphis when we were attacked by pirates. These pirates used two flatboats. Theseorgasms were even better. I didn't feel fucked so much as taken andused, but always so respectfully that it was hard to object. He took meoutside, bent over a bench, sometimes in broad daylight. He took me inthe theater, bent over a seat. He took me at a friend's house, when hewas bored watching television. He took me at a cocktail party, my facepushed into the wall. I never had time to be offended. He'd rip mypanties off and be inside me before I had time to notice. I stoppedwearing.