We found a place with some trees we could use for targets so we prepared to try the gun. Arthur shot first and found that he was not fast with the spe...ial shotgun, but he was deadly with it. He announced that he wanted one as soon as he could get it.Amy then tried the gun. She was amazed at the damage it could do and agreed that it was so much better than the single-shot derringer she carried that she wanted one. I suggested that we step down in size for her to 20-gauge. This would weigh a. "I'm soooory," Bri started to say, slurring. She went to pick up thecup but couldn't. She shook her head to try to snap out of it.Brenda continued talking. "I brought the picture of her wedding thatshe sent me. Would you like to see it?"Bri nodded her head - not feeling well at all.Brenda switched to the love seat that Brenda was sitting on. She held aphoto in front of her. "Here," she said.Bri tried to focus on the picture. It was hard. But she saw a prettyblonde in a white. We cuddled there, small soft kisses and murmurs until we grew truly cold despite the early morning summer heat. It was time to dry off and look for breakfast. It would be a scorcher later and we didn’t bother to dress before we walked up to the cottage.We heard the sound, it’s hard to mistake and impossible to ignore once you hear it, of flesh on flesh through the open kitchen door even before we reached the back patio. The rhythmic slaps and grunts and guttural exhortations said fucking, not. I explain how this is going to work. I will deliver 30 strokes. He will count each of them out loud, and he will thank me after each one. If it becomes too much, he will use either the safe word for taking a break, or the word for stopping the scene all together, depending on what he needs. He tells me he understands, that he is ready.I give him the first stroke, medium hard on his left cheek. I listen to his voice as I watch his skin take on a slightly pinkish hue. I move on with his right.