A man was sitting, dozing, in the chair with a shotgun lying across his lap. He was slow to react when the posse burst into the room and was easily sh...t when he tried to raise his shotgun. The man had no chance as 4 or 5 bullets plowed into his chest at about the same time.The man lying on the bed only moved a little bit at the tremendous crash of gunshots. He was lying on his belly, naked, with a nasty looking wound in his left ass cheek. The bullet must have tumbled as it passed through the. But after some time he forgot me. And I started finding one more man as I was in need of sex. So I got my second boy friend and had sex with him also. But I indulge me in more black life. Once he forced me to fuck his best friend and I denied. But they both fucked me forcefully, which I liked. After that they both fucked me many times together. At that time I was only 17 years old. Then one day they invited their 2 more friends and fucked me for seven hours. I like it more then before. They. I kept my gaze in her eyes."So you mean that when a guy tries to behave in a civilized way and asks permission for a kiss he is a pig?"I bowed down and kissed her. She responded at first - and then she bit my lower lip. I could taste blood. There was no change in the look on those eyes. Our teasing seemed to have backfired badly."You should have been happy with our offer, buster. Now it is off."So I was a pig when I refused to act like a normal teenaged boy? I could feel my own blood to start. Also, part 4 coming nextweek. It may be the conclusion, but it may grow into two parts.This piece is heavily inspired by Kelly Hunter's The New Wife. I lovedall of her stories when I first read them and this one in particular.They were what mostly inspired me to write my stories and this is myhomage.The Duchess: Part 3: The New Maidby Hazel MMichelle walked up to the large manor house, her cheap leather bootscrunching on gravel, her nylon covered thighs rustling on each other andon the tight.