“And what do I think?” he said softly. “That I’m…..um….loose!” His hand slid upward again, coming to rest at the junction of my thighs... With an evil grin, he said, “I’m thinking just the opposite! I bet you’re tight, actually.” He snickered at his little joke. His fingers pressed against the fabric of my panties. I prayed that my dampness hadn’t soaked them, but I was wrong. “What’s this?” he said pressing his fingers against the front panel before withdrawing and bringing his fingers to. No, no not yet sir; I'm not in position. Let me raise the lazy boy so sir can sit straight up and I'll bring the footstool over so to lie on. Sir likes my bum displayed nice and high, that I know." Oh yes Amber, nice and high; now how many was it? I'm afraid I've forgotten already?" Oh, I always count backwards when sir canes my bum." Whack, "Thank you, seventeen to go, sir." Whack, "thank you sir, sixteen more, could sir maybe do a bit harder?" Whack! "Oh thank you sir. Very nice sir, fifteen. His gun came out of his holster and started to raise. ‘Drop the gun, Rod!’ he ordered, ‘Do it now!’ ‘Fuck you, Ernie!’ Rod growled. He pulled the trigger. Ernie Dawes pulled the trigger on his weapon at the same time something slammed into his chest, knocking him back against the door jamb. He continued pulling the trigger as he gasped for breath and, even though is vision was blurred, he could see red holes appearing on Rod Billingham’s chest. He could also hear his wife screaming over the. I quickly flipped over and pulld downmy panties, I was rubbung my clit furiously, bucking my hips until the first explosive orgasm hit my body. I spasm in ecstasy moanig a little louder, as the orgasm fades out and my juices begin to flow out of me. I skillfuly glide the head of my frind to the bottom of my pussy and pull my juices with it as I guide it into me. I venture a half inch deeper with every stroke, still writhing from my clit orgasm I feel myself losing control. At about five inches.