On one particular night, at a Mexican restaurant, it seems we both over did it with the margaritas and really loosen up. What began with talking about...her being single, slowly faded into our love lives. By the time we reached our fifth margarita, we were talking outwardly about sex and sexual fantasies.Margaret took a long gulp to finish off her drink, leaned in and asked, "What is the most memorable thing that ever happened to you, in terms of sex?" Her eyes seemed to glow with curiosity.It. The plastic bag was to make it an easier clean up. I used a broom stick to make it go straight into the stuffing. I even slipped my cock into it to see how it felt before I was going to give it to him. It felt good enough that I had to stop before I greased it for him.I put it in the living room while he was in another room sleeping. When he finally saw it he was spooked and wouldn't go near it. He eventually worked himself closer and made friends. He dragged the dog around with a lot of effort. “It’s fine.” Boom.“Hotene, stop it. What are you trying to do?”Glaring at me, she finally lowered her leg. “It’s refusing to make what I want.”“What’s that?”“A sword.” The words were swift and unconscious, completely without guile. My jaw dropped.“A sword,” I repeated dumbly, before shaking my head. “Daughter, Ship won’t make weapons. Not of any kind. You know that.”An angry blush prickled Hotene’s cheeks. “But I only wanted to –”“I’m sure you had good intentions,” I added, trying to forestall. ” Brian made his way up the stairs to his room. I could only guess this would be the longest hour of his life, the choice was now all up to him. Surprisingly it was a very long hour for me too. I knew what I offered him was wrong, but I didn’t care. After controlling him last night, I wanted more. I wanted to make him do things that would make up for all the times guys had been assholes to not only me, but all the other girls I knew. At 9pm I heard him coming down the stairs and I sat up on the.