There were 12 positions on the shooting range, so we had room for everybody, and that was a great help.By the end of a week of training, all of the st...dents were acceptable marksmen and ready to be used if and when a fight started. Our youngest shooter was a boy of 14 and our oldest was a woman of 53. I gauged our training on those two, and I decided that there was nothing to choose one over the other—they both were plenty good enough. The final test was when it came to shooting at a human. “If you accept the pain like a proper little slave cowgirl,” Annabelle answered curtly.Nicole looked shocked but said nothing.“Follow me into the barn,” Annabelle said firmly, “and bring your duffle bag.”“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole said softly as she picked up her bag and followed Annabelle into the barn.“I always like to check out other girls’ toys,” Annabelle said sweetly as she rummaged through Nicole’s duffel.She held up a whip that was made of several wide strips of rough cloth. “What is. What had I been dreaming? I realized that my panties were soaked and my clit felt incredibly swollen. My nipples were almost aching from stiffness, as even the light pressure from the duvet seemed unbearable. I couldn’t remember I had ever woken up like this from a wet dream before! Then I felt it. Subtle, rumbling vibrations from my pussy, almost so low they went unnoticed. The bullet! I turned around only to see my husband with a playful smile and the remote control in his hand. ”Hi sexy, did. Please akshay dont say no. I held her hands and said don’t worry aunty i wont disappoint you. I gently kissed her on lips.She responded well. it continued for 10min. We closed the house door. I took her to my room. I sprayed room fresher.We sat on the bed and started kissing again. I held her boobs and started slowly pressing them.She was not wearing bra. She was moaning. We broke our kiss. She removed my shirt and started kissing all over my body. I was enjoying it a lot. I removed her saree..