Bullets are afraid of me. None are made that can kill me.”I looked at him as he frowned, “it is all bullshit sir.”I held up my right sleeve, “...his shows I am more then capable of being wounded and I came close to dying more times then I would like to remember.”He snorted and then nodded, “I understand.”I glanced at him as we turned in and a Marauder came to attention. He sighed, “They say you have a death wish or at the least do not care if you live.”I smiled, “Not true, I do what my duty tells. The string music seeming to make the perfect counter point as his neighbor replaced a book she'd been reading on her bookshelf. Examining the shelf more closely she left the room for a moment, returning shortly with a rag she began dusting most of the surfaces in the room as he watched.He knew all of the labels people might apply to what he was doing. All of the terms by which they would refer to him, Voyeur, Peeping Tom, Stalker and because of the age difference, Dirty Old Man and Pervert.. . The stranger then ordered me to bend over my husband and suck on his dick. He wanted to see me doing the same to Victor…I did everything he commanded me. I stood close to the bed edge and bent over Victor’s hard cock. I began sucking him very hard.Sucking on my hubby’s dick, I forgot that my exposed ass was pointing to the masked stranger. I felt a sting in my ass cheeks.The stranger had grabbed my whip and he was spanking my butt.I did not even protest; I kept sucking Victor’s dick. Moments. “What look would that be love”? You gaze straight into my eyes, “you know the look. You are doing it right now”. I reach down to grasp your awakening cock giving it a gentle stroke. I smile, loving that my barest touch brings you to full arousal, enjoying the fact that you are so very responsive. You loosen my arms from around your waist and turn to sit in the chair. You pull me around so that I straddle your lap. You open my robe, your hands sliding it down my arms and letting it flutter.