No one ever had the nerve, the gall, the wantonness to humiliate her like that. She swallowed her tears, hoping that the environs would return to norm...l—the talking, the clinking of glasses, the terrible song on the jukebox—returning to an equilibrium that had been shattered by that stupid sonofabitch she had the ill- fate of sleeping with earlier that afternoon. She didn’t want to cry in front of these strangers. She was a strong woman now, not a girl playing in a sandbox, and she must not let. ‘So many great stories! Even if she isn’t really your great aunt.’ ‘She sure is,’ Doug agreed, pouring Kelly some wine from his secret stash in the bookcase in the last bedroom down the hall, which had once ostensibly been Aunt Doro’s. He had used the same hiding place back in high school, and had picked up his old habit even though Aunt Doro wouldn’t have objected to his drinking now that he was of age. He half-expected Aunt Doro wouldn’t care about the marijuana either, but of course that. .. And the man who has cum in my mouth starts urging me in a sexy seductive voice to swallow it, and I'm turned on by the sound and the wonderful feel of the finger invading between my cheeks and touching my hole.So I swallow his cum. I'm getting a little alarmed at how turned on I am but that finger oh so slowly slipping into my hole, and it hurts but I'm pushing my ass against the finger, fucking myself on it, and I'm afraid I'll do something I'll regret, and anyway it's my turn to get. I’m going to change the target, so ensure the pistol is safed and then set it on the bar in front of you.”I did as instructed. Clayton stepped forward and pressed the button to recall the target so he could change it. Once it was changed, he stepped back and nodded. I emptied the magazine two rounds at a time, assessing my aim each time. We repeated the exercise two more times and Clayton was satisfied. He had me safe the pistol and put it on the bar.“This is where I turn you over to the.