Allison even had some near nude and nude selfies, as well as some webcam recordings of guys who were jacking off for her, apparently while they watche... her. I had seen none of this activity, although I think I know when she took the selfies.One night, after Brenda had retired, Allison was sitting at her computer with a shawl type cloth over her shoulder and stretched out to her extended right hand. There was a light shining on her front as she gazed at the computer monitor, casting silhouettes. How would I do it? Denounce him in the middle of the crowd? Or just leave him hanging? I imagined the look on his face when his drugged out sex puppet suddenly turned into a very lucid, very sober, very angry feminist avenger. He'd be finished of course, unable to show his face around at parties. Branded as a sleazeball rape artist. I pretended to giggle at something he said. He stroked my bare arm. Oh, he was in for such a surprise. So I played along. It wasn't hard. Just. He stood up and removed his t-shirt and pants. I could see his hard erect dick through his underwear, struggling to stay inside. I got up and got hold of his erect penis. Oh God it was like a stone, but only warm. I removed his underwear exposing his long, thick, hard dick. As I got hold of his tool, he asked me to lay down as he had something special for me. He pushed me back on the bed, lowered his head and planted a kiss on my pussy. It was heaven. I groaned he was vigorously licking my. "I found a tall, leafy sycamore on a hill overlooking the growing semi-circle of raw earth that would be the English fort. In it I located a forked branch some fifty feet off the ground where I could lean back against the trunk and brace my long rifle on a limb. It was difficult to load a rifle in a tree top, but I managed to get off about ten or twelve well-aimed shots before they spotted me and started firing case shot into my tree. I had hit at least five men by then and scared the hell out.