Cera Carlin pounded her fists on the work bench andlashed out with her feet, trying to kick someone. Brenda-Sue simply used duct tape to fasten the le...alankles far apart, taped to the lower rail of the table. That left her victim with her bottom uppermost andthrust out behind, as her feet were now forward ofher center of gravity. Cera had to hold onto the viceand pull or the tendency to fall backward wouldalmost tear her tits off. Pleased with her work,Brenda-Sue left a pink hand print on. You seem to have first-hand knowledge of this so-called difference.’ As we scope out an opening at the bar, the bartender gives us the cursory nod and reaches for two glasses and begins scooping ice into them. Undoubtedly to make our drinks of choice—Long Island for me, and Whiskey sour for him. He sets the finished drinks on the bar beside us, along with two Coors Light tall boy’s. Nate slipped the bartender his card before I had a chance to get mine out. Sneaky bastard. ‘And FYI, I do know. Okay, he’s dead, I did it, doesn’t mean anything.”Eve nodded. “That’s pretty much what I’m feeling, too. I can close my eyes, and see the bullets he fired. They were moving so slow. In my mind, I heard Liz yell, “Shooter! Take them out!” I could see the two rounds headed for Dave, knew they were too far for me to reach. There were two others, though. One was coming at Andrew, the other was heading for Gloria. The shooter was trying to shift targets. I didn’t think, I just stuck my left hand out. Walking into the bed room you see me laid out on the bed, completely asleep. Seeing me lay there your anger turns to desire and an idea begins to brew.You strip down to nothing but your heels whilst I'm still asleep. Climb onto the bed standing above me and slap my face with the towel. Shouting at me "Do you think you can get away with leaving your filth around. You'll have to be punished for this"This first thing I see is you standing fully naked over me, your pussy, your breasts and finally.