Last night, he slapped me, like I told you when I called. Then this morning, he pointed this at me and told me if I made any more trouble, he was goin... to have his way with me and there wouldn’t be anything I, or you, or my mother, could do about it.” She was holding a revolver by trigger guard, hanging off her finger. This is what I heard hit the frame of the truck when she got in. It wasn’t a snub nose. It was an old Smith and Wesson Model 10, a .38 Special with a four inch barrel. HE POINTED. ....As his last words faded away, Jilnar realized she was finally alone inside her own mind. She started the car and thought about the evening ahead. First, she needed to get cleaned up and have some dinner... and then what? She remembered a bar, not far from her home, where the bikers, thugs and other rough-looking criminal types hang out. The perfect place to get some more of that rough gangbang action for which she now lived and lusted, before her bedtime...Jilnar, feeling truly happier and. It was quite a surprise the next Friday evening when she came home from work accompanied by Susan a secretarial assistant from a leisure club that the company owned, I had met Susan several times and although she was 20 years younger than I we had always got on quite well, Amanda explained that Susan was down in the dumps due to boyfriend trouble and needed cheering up hence her invitation to stay the weekend with us, during which she said that she had promised her a really good cheering up,. Shining, glorious Deborah. I couldn't help but smile. "I wanna wakeup to you every morning." She smiled gently, and stroked my face. "Come on, we need to getup now." "Nnnnninna minute," and coaxed her back down beside me. I spent acouple minutes stroking her body, everywhere I could reach. She spent acouple of minutes making little "mmm" noises. We kissed gently, then she held me off. "Love, we really do needto get up now. I have some makeup consults to do, and I don't think.