The new me liked the idea that people could own guns. The pistol had been under my pillow while I slept. I had placed it on the sink counter when I go... ready in the bathroom. And then I brought it to the kitchen where I had an egg and toast for breakfast along with my much needed coffee. The gun gave me peace.After placing the cup back on the saucer, I nudged the pistol with the tip of my finger. I twirled it. And then I picked it up. It fit nicely in my hand and was much lighter than it. Mia finger-fucked her pussy hard with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other, Alex could feel her fingers moving in her pussy. Her wantonness turned him on even more and he felt he was getting close to the edge. He deepened his strokes, fucking her harder, squeezing her tits more roughly. Mia moaned loudly and bucked her hips, taking every stroke deep inside her ass and then she came, hard and loud. Mia sort of collapsed on the bed, trembling all over, not able to move. She had lost count. Maureen was having considerable trouble lining up her shots but I, being sober, was able to carry the game for us. As the new champions we were required to take the challenge from the next participants on the list. Their number was called out and they stepped up.It was Jeff Black, one of our brand new employees, and his young girlfriend. Jeff was a 23 year old who had just graduated from college the previous year. A strapping young blonde kid of impressive stature, he had an all-American grin. Is that the number for the art class thing?” She was answered by a rather posh-sounding lady, who introduced herself as Maggie and explained that her class were specializing in still life and live art. They had gone through the obligatory bowls of fruit and random objects and had now progressed to people. “What would I have to do?” asked Katie. “Well, we want someone who’s happy doing nude poses, is that OK?” “Oh! I guess. It’s guys and girls in the class I suppose?” “No, just women. It’s.