ID would be difficult.The two women blended into the excited crowd and were gone long before the authorities arrived. Her younger sister, Melinda, had...captured the incident on her cellphone.The media went nuts. Witnesses could only report that it was a woman who was clearly skilled. All three shots were well placed. She was hailed as a heroine for preventing a mass killing.The two women were Texas ranch raised, so guns were a third arm, as in “left, right, and sidearm”, worn almost every day. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was too wet, too eager to please.He edged me mercilessly, taking me to the brink of orgasm and then leaving me there, helpless and unable to tip over the edge. I tried to close my legs to allow some kind of friction but every time I did, his finger would press insinuatingly against my asshole. When he was through with the spanking, he set the chair from the dressing table in front of the wardrobe mirror.“Sit down.”I obliged, though it hurt intensely.“You’re gonna edge. Omg! I forget to tell about her, she is Sharmila, not a beautiful girl but a good looking girl; she was in mild black in colour and having a good structure. Days went she became a very good and close friends, we chat at phone for whole day also. Suddenly one day I asked her wat you think when you saw me first time. She said (in Tamil) unna na sight adichen da (that means she stared at me) I was shocked because she was a good friend I’m not having any thought about sex on her. Then we end up. Can I look now I say.Just then there was a knock at the door.No time girlfriend, Lisa says as she hands me a light cover and a white purse while pushing me to the door.Lisa opens the door and there stood a man in a tuxedo.Excuse me madam. Is there a miss Preston in the house.Lisa looks at me behind the door and says, yes sir as she opens the door all the way. Mr Withering is waiting for you my lady as he bows his head to me.He offers me his arm and I accept. I'm escorted to the limo waiting on.