.....My heart is pounding. I see him! “WHAT THE FUCK?? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH!!!!!” He screams at me and reaches for his pocket knife on ...he bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and chest. The cold water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG...BANG!!! . . Of course, I wanted to edge, somewhat successful, delaying my blast for 30 minutes or so... And my cock shot a heavy load form my heavy balls...not able to stop... I rested for 5 or 10 minutes or so - satisfied - got up gathered my gear and returned to the motel.I showered and went to dinner. A good steak it was and was about to return to my room, looking forward for a nite of watching porn and working my trusty cock... So good it is.. I left the restaurant, when I heard a young man. I’m sure it will come in handy. But enough of that for now.I’ve collected several clamps that I now want to use on my little sister. Some are from her own collection, some are from the tool-section of the garage. But, speaking of her collection ... I wonder how she got so many toys. Her allowance is not higher than mine, and some of that stuff is not cheap. So while I untie her and have her stand up straight, I ask her about it.“I got them off the internet. Mom gave us a credit card for books. Saying the word stop and using our real names will work." "That works for me," I replied. "Me too. I"ll call you back in a bit," she replied before she hung up. I poured myself a drink and had a smoke to calm down and waited. About a half and hour later the phone rang again. "Hey Phantom," she said softly. "Hey Wanderlust," I responded. "The door between our rooms is open on my side, please come over," she crooned. I hung up and opened the door that joined our rooms and stepped inside and the.