Were we shot at?" Yes, the rear window and review mirror are a mess. We sat up hearing a number of shots. I put the car in park and got out helping Br...tt while keeping my hands in sight. A young officer came up. "Are you Chad Arnold?" Yes, sir. We were shot at by an occupant of the car." That's what we reported. The radio says he's down."Britt said, "I want to talk to Uncle Mitch." Okay, ladylove. Officer, that's Chief Abrams. I think she's the only one who can call him that without risking. When Agnes opened the cupboard, I couldn’t see inside from where I was standing so I moved closer and looked in. It was like a display from a sex shop. There were shelves all the way up, and they were stacked with goodies. I knew what some were straight away and recognised others from when I’d browsed sex shop sites, but there were other things that I could only hazard a guess at.She smiled at me and took out a vibrator. She guessed I had one of them at home and I nodded shyly. I think I also. Don stopped for a moment, went into the house and came back out with a coat hanger. This is one of those special ones you can use to hang pants with as it has clips that are adjustable. Don adjusted the clamps to fit my nipples and then attached them to my tits. I thought it was going to hurt more than it did, but I was able to tolerate the pain. Don then got a five pound weight from his weight bench and attached it to the hook on the hanger. WoW did that feel awesome. Don started fucking. I looked at Jenny, who I found was already smiling back at me. Most likely the question was in my eyes; Jenny nodded.“I am here actually!” I informed the five poker faces sitting opposite us.That was it! Complete and utter consternation came over four of the faces on the other side of the table. The secretary tried to keep poker faced, but I’m pretty sure I saw the edge of her lip curl up a little.“Is this some kind of trick?” Cartwright demanded, almost rising from his seat.But Cartwright’s.