Mandy stood and took everything else off except her white stockings.Her little body was tight and firm and she looked like something from inside a pen...house magazine sitting right in front of me. Her pussy was shaved bald and the wetness around her little pussy was glistening in the light of the fireplace. Mandy rubbed her pussy and kneaded her tits as she watched Myra slowly inhale my cock!After a few minutes Myra stood and took everything off but her white stockings, I have to say she was. “Say it!” “I-I’m y-yours,” I stammer. “Better,” you praise as you loop the gag over my head and into my mouth, “with that resolved I think it is high time I remind you.” You start slowly pulling my pants down to my knees as you kiss my belly. I wonder why you are leaving my panties on. It’s not like I’m wearing a pair of sexy ones, just your basic everyday white cotton panties. As you raise my knees and place my feet on the edge of the bed you finish pulling my pants off. Your lips tickle up. I raised it ta take a swig when a bullet shattered the glass, an' I heard a voice in my head, "Ya Son of a Bitch, ya ain't so powerful as ya thought ya was!"I didn't know what ta think, but that didn't keep me from divin' under the table an' scannin' around tryin' ta git a fix on the source of the voice. Shit, a whole flock of thoughts flashed through my mind, but, mostly, I wondered why somebody would take a shot at me, an' I wondered who it could be. Whoever it was sure had a good shield up. I agreed to the idea. His dad was often out of town on business and his mother worked primarily night shifts. This along with the fact that his two older siblings were off at college would work in our favor. The next evening I arrived at his house with the same nervous anticipation I had felt a week earlier. I don't believe that either of us wanted to seem to eager, but we both new what we would be getting to do once his mother left for work. Around midnight, nether of us couldn't pretend.