At that point the second one began to shoot into the overturned desk. I reloaded the shotgun again while he emptied his weapon. He didn't try to move ...round the desk probably because he was standing in his friend's blood. He most likely wanted to kill me through the desk to avoid exposing himself.Unfortunately for him, I heard the sound of his empty magazine hit the floor. I took the chance and popped up over the desk to give him both barrels at pretty close range. Even though the threat was. Whenever she cooked in the kitchen, I would stand besides her pretending to learn cooking but actually, I used to press my hardened cock against her ass. Surprisingly I had no reactions from her. I wanted my chachi to know about my feelings towards her and for this I did something unusual. Now I started bringing in magazines that had many topics on sex problems. I used to purposely read that magazine in front of my chachi. I would keep those magazines purposely in such places were my chachi. As I went to turn the page I realised that my other fingers were still wet. I couldn’t resist tasting my own secretion. It was sticky to touch, perhaps a slightly salty but nonetheless it did smell a little musty. I took a breath of my own stickiness; it gave me a head rush – perhaps the thought of doing it was felt wrong, a little embarrassing perhaps. I quickly forgot my embarrassment as I feasted by eyes on the other curly haired girl in the porno, her nipples were similar to mine, solid,. " "Let me go!" I shouted, only to hear both of them laugh again, and then I was blindfolded. They made me crawl into the garage, which they had fixed up for their 'special' night. I felt a snap clip attached to the front of my collar, and I was pulled to my feet. They attached more chains to my ankle straps, and pulled my legs far apart, then hooked ropes to my wrists, unhooked the handcuffs, and pulled my hands far over my head. Then they took off the blindfold, and laughed again as I surveyed.