I sit on your bed and you sit on my lap. We're making out as I first squeeze your ass and then move on to fondle your breasts. I undo your bra and rel...ase them. I break the kiss and move onto suck on your gorgeous tits. I lick your nipples, bite them, suck on them, as my other hand fondles and pinches your other nipple. I drag my tongue through your cleavage up to your neck and kiss you.You get on your knees and start to undo my jeans buckle as I remove my shirt. You pull off my jeans and see. I assume you'll be monitoring from behind the window?" We will. There will be no taping. I seem to recall you don't much care for video archives." In my place, how would you feel?"He shook his head and left Mr. Jones and I. Jones reached into his jacket and brought out a very nice looking, very old .32 caliber semi auto pistol. He handed it to me, butt first."The only safety is the back strap. Tighten your grip and the safety releases."I examined it carefully. "This thing's a museum piece, and. "I'm terrified that I'm going to kill the look I see in your eyes. But I won't lie to you. I won't ever lie to you."I took a few bites of my pizza. I don't think I even tasted it. I'm trying to decide what to say and how to say it. I'm not trying to decide what not to tell him. I fully intend to tell him everything. I'm just trying to figure out how best to describe my strange life. God I'm scared!It helps a little that his finger is still pressing lightly against my vulva. I smiled nervously. Taking another swig, he flopped down onto his bed. Wow, he thought as he felt the alcohol bite into his stomach. I'd better watch out. I feel like I'm already drunk. Alcohol never effected my like this before, he thought, his head already spinning from the alcohol.Wait a minute. Maybe this is how Mom feels when she drinks. Wow, if it is, I know why it takes so little to get mom drunk.~~~What time is it, Daphne wondered as she woke? Lifting her arm, she glanced up at her watch and saw that it.