.. fast ... down the walk to the gate.There was a car and driver waiting in the drive. He tossed his luggage in the trunk, got in the backseat and was...gone ... no wave good bye ... gone.I wonder if I’ll miss him. Time will tell.I immediately opened the gun box. The heavy and hard to shoot Colt 1911 was gone. In its place was a Colt Model 1908 in .380. I could shoot it.Following his directions I changed his print for mine. There was an envelope. KAREN. Open Immediately.I did ... there was a. Again a buzz of acknowledgment and sniggers followed Hank’s pronouncement. With four pairs of eyes boring into him Stacy stood stunned, like a deer caught in the headlights.By now Stacy had taken in the four large masculine bodies surrounding him. They were all well-endowed, hairy (with Hank being the hairiest), and ranged from perfect, to unbelievably fucking awesome. Stacy’s heart thumped in his chest in anticipation of what lay ahead. In his wildest imaginings, he had not anticipated. Her name was Bethany and we went to the same high school together. She was the cum slut in her senior year. Always sleeping around with a bunch of guys. But she never slept with me. So during the last week of school, I grabbed her after class and dragged her into the empty girls locker room. I pulled out my camera phone and recorded her stripping saying "I'm a bad slut". I then posted it online and ruined her life. Luckily, my looks have changed since then so nobody has recognized me, not even. ” It was quite the evening watching the flames flicker off Jean and Mary’s skin. Every night I made passionate love to my wife and every day I was a motherfucker to both and had my way with Jean. We were happy as could be. My courses were just about finished and I was a ranger for the summer looking after many lakes and forestry roads.I thought to myself it only took 40 years to get here but I was here. I did not have to work but as Mary new this was my passion. One weekend in July I decide to.