.you fuckin'...spiteful old bastard..." she yelled and I bought my hand down with a stinging slap on her buttocks! Gemma cried out and started to say ...omething else; some other insult, but I bought my hand down again on her arse again and again until she lay sobbing on the bed, her arse cheeks angry and red! I was slightly breathless, but seeing her reddened arse turned me on even more! "Now go and get the fuckin' key and undo her shackles whilst you're at it, you insolent little whore"! Gemma. “Hey. Sorry…the phone just startled me. I’m glad you called,” I said in a rush, trying to apologize for my bad behavior. “Oh…it’s okay,” she replied, sounding relieved. “I didn’t mean to bother you.” “You didn’t…honestly. I was actually just sitting here thinking of you,” I replied as I looked down at my dick. I smiled to myself. Just being honest… “I was thinking of you, too…but probably not in a good way,” she said quietly with a tone that I understood well. “Stop it. You need to heal up. Of course being the self-important turd that he was, the 45's bullet only knocked him over backwards onto his ass, knocking the wind out of him in the process. He had his city issued police bulletproof vest on under his civvy shirt.Didn't do him one fucking bit of good though. I stepped out of the car and let him have one in his left eye. He wasn't wearing a vest up there. He was really surprised right at the last, for about a quarter of a second.Yeh, I knew I was up shit creek now. Even my. Alison herself is one for sexy and sometimes quite kinky underwear, and she had duly dressed for the occasion as well, she had matching white bra and french knickers on and a pair of white hold ups all concealed under a thigh length full zip front dress. As we all sat chatting and relaxing as the drink flowed the atmosphere seemed sexually tense but with an underlying hint of anxiety. I decided to leave the room and let the girls chat and give them a while alone to see if that would help the.