He had killed it with his pistol which he carried in a saddle holster. It was something that I had heard of, but never seen: it was a double-action .4...-40 caliber revolver custom made in England. It was a top-break like mine, and it was so well balanced that it seemed to float in my hand when he let me take a few shots with it. I never could remember who made it, but it was a dream to use. The cylinder held seven bullets and it had a startling device that made it safe to load all seven. A lot. Loudly.Then Nosey pointed his cock at my mouth, his hand blurring. "So lovely!" He sighed. "So -" his voice caught and a second or so later, he shot three or four wads on my face and Cutie's shaft."Oh! Oh, shit!" Jhon gasped."Blimey, that's hot!" Juicy moaned, and from the other side of me, hit my face with a wad or two of his own.A tongue went up my ass briefly, causing me to moan around Cutie. Then, a cock went all the way in, in one stroke, causing me to groan around Cutie again.Then,. She had definitely lost weight in the last couple of weeks. She behaved a lot like his mother.She only answered sullenly if at all. He noticed her flinch several times when Syd had reached out and touched her. He knew his old school buddy had a bit of a nasty streak, but he hadn’t realised that he was rough on his women.While Essco didn’t mind giving the occasional slap, he was beginning to suspect Syd took it a lot further. He’d noticed that Tahoora was sitting gingerly on the chair. He. ”“I assume that they would,” he says. “I was worried about you behaving.”“Really?” she asks. “How so?”“You knew I was coming home, and I was worried that you’d be playing with yourself, going for that orgasm before I got here,” he divulges.She smiles to herself. “And what if I was?” If he is going to be assertive, she may as well have some fun with the man.“Then I would just have to bend you over that chair,” he quickly replies, indicating a big, fat armchair on the other side of the couch..