What else could he make her do for him? He took her purse from her and tossed it onto the table behind her, then turned back to her and said. “Sh...w me your panties.” Marie almost moaned out loud. God, she just loved the sound of his voice when he gave an order like that. Her hands went to the hem of her skirt and she raised it slowly to her waist, letting him see her white panties with their little bow. “Lift it higher.” Marie obeyed, bunching the fabric in her hands and lifting it high. You stand up and find that you are wearing a raggy hood and what some firm pads. Wrapped around your waist is a purple and white cloth with a gold stripe running through it. You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to. In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a golden hammer, trigger, and iron sight, the rest is decorated with scratchy white paint revealing black underneath. The grip feels nice in your hand. As you hold the gun memories flood into you. You suddenly feel like you. Just sleep here with me, you idiot. It's not a big deal." I open the sheets for him on his side of the bed. He still looks unsure, but very relieved at the idea of getting to sleep in a bed and lies down next to me. I haven’t been this close to him since we were 17, so it’s been a few years. We grew apart, then we were just friends, now it’s been four years and here we were. It’s like we’re nervous teenagers again… for me at least. I keep looking at him. My eyes graze down his stomach, over. There was a duffel bag, like if you go to the gym, and a plain canvas bag at their feet. 'oh, she's awake! did we wake you darling?' the woman asked as she opened the gym bag and pulled out a harness set with a big, thick dildo in a base. she stepped into it as i replied. 'yes, mommy.' she lit up and beamed at me at the mommy bit. 'i'm sorry, darling. look what your other daddy and i got you!' the man picked up the canvas bag and pulled out a bundle of denim. he brought it to me with a smile.