They were having fun with a bachelorette party. The bride-to-be was wearing a shirt with nasty items to be checked off. One of them was "talk dirty to...me". The bride-to-be seemed to enjoy all of the nasty little things one guy was whispering in her ear. She appeared to be getting all hot and bothered as she started to rub and grind up and down his leg. One of the bridesmaids was looking on and soon decided to break them up before it got out of hand. The bridal party moved on as Mike excused. For a second she could not believe how easy it had been. The guard could not believe it either; he seemed to crumple slowly to the floor, a very surprised look in his eyes. Not wanting to lose initiative, Rachel picked the next closest target and fired again, Bang - Bang!As she stood up, everyone just starred at her. So she shot another guy, Bang! Now the men started diving for cover. Part of her brain warned that they would return fire soon, but the adrenalin rush was so great that she felt. That was part of the attraction, to be honest."Esme felt wounded and vulnerable. She mustered up all of her couragewhich was, to be honest, not much at this point. All she could come upwith was. "Sorry?" She felt like an idiot. Like a girl. A stupid younggirl."I was fucking you in part to get even with him. I knew you two weretogether and I used your secret to get even with him." Esme started totear up, hating the fact that she was doing it front of Sal. His voicesoftened, to a tone that. Her fingers went up his ass to rub his prostate the right way, while her kisses made it clear to him that she adored him in her own domineering manner. Her smooth, tanned skin caressed his pale, freckled flesh as she let him fondle her booty as much as he desired. Her every hip stroke took him in deeper and made him know just how much she still craved his body, his cock, his hands, his everything.“Oh, God, Kat, you’re a fucking goddess!” Lyle said as he spilled his seed inside her, and then she.