Rule number one, do what I say or get the butt of the shotgun hard against your skull.Not long after that he was bleeding pretty well into his eyes, a...d was having a hard time sitting up on the edge of the bed.I told my wife to grab his cheeks and force his mouth open, and I told him, if I so much as felt one tooth rake my dick while he was sucking it, I'd blow his dick off, which was right where the end of the shotgun barrel was.I was surprisingly flaccid at this point, I would have thought. " He climbed back up the ladder and that boys cock had grown, his shorts were really bulging. Oh what I would do if I could get my hands on that cock. Gary finally descended the stairs and we sat for a while in the kitchen and drank some cokes, as he was leaving I asked. "Gary if you're not too busy tomorrow, could you come over and help me again, I have a couple of things I need taken care of?" I was thinking to myself "yeah like my pussy. "Sure no problem Denise, same time?" "Yes,. I explained they could print things like business cards, wedding invitations, thank you and birthday cards, news sheets and books. They could make ruled paged notebooks and accounts books, calendars, anything really that could be printed.I even made a special paper and made old-fashioned bankbooks for Jim’s customers. The hardest part was putting the individual numbers on each book. He loved them, as it made it easier for his staff and the customers to keep tabs on their accounts. The customers. "Why didn't you tell me?" It seems stupid now," he said, not wanting to admit he didn't tell her who he was because he was scared she didn't love him anymore."Oh, Nick. Where have you been? I thought you were dead," she said, once again wrapping herself around him."Dead? Wherever did you get that idea?" Nick asked."You're brother told me. But it wasn't just me; everyone thought you were dead, even your family, your father. Oh Nick," she said her voice growing mournful for him, "Your father...".