“Open it.”She straddles my lap and flips open the felt-lined case. She returns my gaze with that minx of a smile then releases her pendulous breas...s from the confines of her blouse. I don’t hesitate to affix the weighted nipple clamps. Properly adorned, my lover winces just a wee bit as I give the angels a teasing tug.“I love them.” She winks, gives me a kiss that meets my passion, but quickly breaks our embrace with a bite on my lip.Smiling, and stepping up onto the table, she faces the. He hadn’t taken a break — just worked steadily. Slowly, but steadily.I ignored my tummy signals. If the men didn’t need to eat... Bones started wrapping up a little before nine. It had been dark for almost three hours. He stood. Sighed and placed his hands in the small of his back, stretched and rolled his shoulders. Smiled at Matt, “A pleasure, Randy, like...”Matt shot him in the forehead with a .22 pistol that I’d never seen before.Bones had died instantly, a look of mild surprise on his. ..”Bink is one of several people who pronounce my uncle as ‘hot’. I can kinda see it. I don’t know why he doesn’t have women hanging all over him. Well, I DO know. There’s a list. First, he’s not comfortable with strangers and I don’t think he’d have a woman around long enough to move from ‘stranger’ to ‘acquaintance’ to ‘friend’ and past that. Second, he’s like me. Sometimes he’s subject to unexplainable, deep moods. He says they’re not as bad as when he was closer to my age. He usually says. ”“Prove it,” he echoed her words.“What do you want me to do?”“Walk in front of me with your shirt open. Keep it that way. Do everything I tell you instantly. Don’t make any noise or any sudden movements.”“Okay, I’ll do all of that.”He moved behind the tree and untied the rope, careful to stay out of the way. She scooted away from the tree and stood up. She started looking around in the grass.“What are you looking for?” he asked.“My gun,” she said. “We may need it.”“Okay, I know where it is. You.