I was shy and insecure, perfectfor the compliant girl he wanted. The more he saw me, the more he wantedme.After about a month of regular visits and th...se big tips, he asked me todinner. I was bowled over by him. He was older than my father, yetsomehow it didn’t matter; I said yes. The restaurant he chose was nice,but not overly fancy, so I was not too uncomfortable. J was a perfectgentleman and made me feel special. When I confessed I felt fat, he toldme that if this were the 50’s. I could taste his pre-cum just pouring out of his cock.He said, "Oh yeah, that feels fucking great! I really need this. It's been a week since I've cum and I'm gonna shoot really quick and you better take it all."I just moaned with pleasure as I kept sucking and used my hands to pump the remaining part of his shaft that didn't fit in my mouth. I haven't managed to learn to deep throat yet, but maybe someday I'll get there.Soon I felt his balls tighten up in my hand and he was moving me. The weapon fired, and a hole appeared in the target at the end of the temporary shooting range. Not anywhere near the bullseye, but at least this time it hit the paper. I’m sure someone’s going to have some questions when they find bullets in the mounds of dirt behind where the target was setup!“Getting better!” Said Maggie encouragingly.“Yeah, at this rate of improvement I’ll be able to hit a stationary target dead-on in about 2 years time.” I grumbled. “I really suck at this shooting. Of course, Baroness." The smile I gave her was quite sincere, I'm certain, though the motivation behind it was weaker than Elvish beer."Good!" She smiled more, her lips filling out, the rouge in them returning. "I would certainly be pleased to hear whatever you are working on, good Sir."I shook my head, forcing the coy grin on my lips not to reveal the queasiness in my gut. "Ah, dear Baroness, it does the beauty of the song an injustice to permit it to be heard in its raw, imperfect stages."I.