Why use that?" The situation, I guess. I mean we were fucking and sucking and a bunch of other stuff in front of a lot of people. I can't call you 'wi...e' or 'sweetheart' because those aren't normally the things that wives and sweethearts do. They cook dinner or take out the trash. Even 'slave', my preferred endearment when playing, just wasn't enough because being a slave implies that you have no choice, you have to do what your Master wants. But the woman who's fucking in front of everyone. They were open for anything, but would not force her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. They would start when she was ready and stop when she was through.At 50 years old, Rhonda was not much older than the Rogers. Rhonda was tall and slender, about 5'6". She never thought of herself as someone who others would want to have sex with, but here she was.She stood up and walked to James who still had his back to her. She reached around and ran her hand under his shirt and across his. With the shorts being denim, no peach-like split, more crudely known as a camel toe, was visible. Such a pity. ‘Hi,’ she offered. ‘Hi.’ ‘Why did you give up your seat for me?’ ‘Two reasons. I thought it might improve my chances of getting sex.’ ‘Fat chance and god you are foul. I ought to kick you in the nuts.’ ‘Go ahead.’ She looked startled. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘If you try kicking me you’ll be over that safety rail and into the water before you have time to scream.’ ‘You wouldn’t.’ ‘Then try. We progressed to multiple targets for Charlene to enhance her skills with her hand guns and she progressively improved. She was not perfect but almost. She would need back up with multiple targets that were shooting at her. I would support her left side if at all possible. We continued to practice as a couple of gunmen facing up to twenty adversaries in an encounter. I used my shotgun while Charlene practiced with her shotgun and the pistols.We finally suspended our training when it was.