So, I made him break up with the girl and not go on dates. At first he was wildly mad. I told you he was a bit out of control anyway. So I took a belt...to his ass. I actually handcuffed him to his bed for a couple of weekends. I made him piss and shit into a pan which I held. It totally turned me on. And the surprising thing is, it seemed to turn him on as well. He became docile and submissive. It was a few months later that I made him suck my dick for the first time. His mouth was Heaven. From. The pleasure, the moans that escaped both our mouths as ecstacy filled our bodies. Turning on the temperature, testing it with my hand before plunging myself under the warm water. Leaning against the wall placing my leg up on edge while my hand slowly slides down my body. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, remembering what we did. My hand going further, plunging two fingers between my lips and feeling the wetness, the warmth. Rubbing my clit faster and faster as memories of his. So she insisted to tell Emily about them. Herhouse was on their way home anyway. So the both of them stopped bythere. Joanna was hurrying to go to the toilet. So, with a breathless"Hello, Aunt Emily" she rushed through her just opening door, and to therestroom, locking it's door behind.Just ten minutes after, the child still was in the restroom, the doorbell rang. Emily left the living room, where she sat together withClara, and opened the door. Outside stood the officers Jackson andStubbs of. Actually, it was a case of the slower the better for me and my shooting, so I was not troubled by the speed of the Indian's approach. I let him get close enough and shot him in the chest. I also hit his horse in the head and neck with some of the pellets, so that made it shy away from the straight line in my direction. The sudden jerk to one side by the horse, plus the impact of the buckshot, was enough to shake the Comanche to the ground.Again, impact with the ground at this speed was going to.