The pain almostcaused her to faint but she was determined to carry on. She imagined rubbingherself to an orgasm straight away and call the restoff but...she kept in mind the rewarding satisfaction every time she performedcompletely what she was waiting for, longing for. For a moment she looked ather pussy, amazed how beautifully the metal clamps and the already aching anddeeply red flesh of her pussy went together. To her it was always like this washow it was meant to be: a wonderful sight and. She didn’t wake up. So I did it for 2 hrs.But she didn’t respond.This continued for next 5 days.But she didn’t respond. So I took my next step just pinching her nipples. Oh, what an amazing experience it was like a velvet cloth. These two steps I made over her dress. In this, I found she didn’t wear a bra. And this too has no any respond from her.So the next day I took the courage and that night while she was sleeping I slowly lifted her nightie and reached her g-spot. I started to finger that.. He was less than 20 feet away from me, and I could easily put a bullet into his leg from where I was. Shit, this was almost too good to be true! I lay down on the ground and extended both arms to hold my pistol with both hands. I even used a sturdy trunk of a bush to help steady my aim. I carefully lined up my shot and fired. I used the double-action to keep my opponent from detecting me by the sound of cocking my hammer.My bullet entered his right ankle just above the part where the bone juts. I must admit that facing my own past like that was difficult. I once again had to face my shame. I truly considered marrying Mary and erasing her shame, but she had become quarrelsome and a vixen. She was unpleasant to even be around. I came to know, with sadness, that I could not right the wrong at this remove; too much water had passed under that bridge.The boy, named Edward after her grandfather, my son, thought to be my brother, was a handsome man, still unmarried. He worked with his.