At least, that's how he smelled. That little wound on my shoulder didn't hurt my right hand none and it had my pistol in it. He was cussin' a blue str...ak at me while I pumped slug after slug in him but stopped real quick when I got him in the brisket. When he hit the ground I could feel the ground shake beneath my feet. I looked around to see if there were any friends of his around but the whole street was deserted. I should have known, he didn't have any friends. It's funny how a couple gun. I wrote a bit about the Tradition. I've learned that not all of the citizens follow the Tradition, but many do. The ones that do have happier concubines, and what I'd guess is actually a rather healthy relationship.Its funny, I think I can say more about your complaints about concubines being "chattel" than I can about your current predicament regarding your current location in space. (Heck, I don't have a TARDIS or know anyone who does – this non sequetor comes thanks to Commander Blackthorn. Instead of allowing Trisha to hobble to the car on the crutches, Mark came around and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a squeal as she dropped her crutches and desperately clung to Mark's neck. With surprising ease and a sly smile, Mark gently set Trisha in the passenger's seat, while John and Carl packed her crutches and other personal belongings into the backseat of her car. As soon as John closed the door, Mark was back behind the wheel and placed the car in gear as they headed toward. I push down Anya’s top so her round, erect breasts are exposed. The nude forms of Jawara, Kiet, Sacha and Trevor, with exposed and stiff cocks, approach Anya as I finger and rub her wet pussy.Releasing Anya to the four young men, they surround her like ravenous coyotes and strip her of the rest of her clothing. As her nude body is stroked and massaged by eight arms at different heights, sides and angles, Anya smiles and moans in pleasure. Different colored hands massage her bare thighs, firm.