He leaned his shotgun against a tree. We talked a little about huntin when Jen jumped up and grabbed the shotgun. She smiled and pointed it right at ...im. She said: Yer a revenuer agent, aint ya He said yes. Jen smiled and looked at me. Take yer pants off mister. He got this shocked look on his face. He tried to talk to Jen but she just cocked them hammers back on the shotgun. He stood up and I took a small pistol from off his waist. He smiled and started dropping his pants. Jen had me hold the. Then she started to spank me. She paddled me as hard as what Jane had been paddling me. I could tell that she was an experienced spanker because she paddled me on the insides of my thighs and even between my legs. After about ten minutes of her spanking me, she said, "Thank you for letting me spank him. I need to get back to the sales floor. I'll see you later."Then Jane said to me, "Clyde. Thank her for spanking you."So I regrettably said, "Thank you for spanking me." I was happy to. " Ohh, she's called 'Rascal'." Rascal, huh. Where'd that name come from?" You ask a lot of questions, Bus Driver. You know that?" Look, I'm not asking what your politics are or what you think about mandatory organ donation. I'm asking how you got the name for your ship. It's not that complicated, really."Red looked over at Garth, realized he meant no harm and turned the corner of her mouth as she remembered the origin of the name."Rascal... was what my father used to call me. An 'incorrigible. My lips parted and my tongue licked along the high ridge, tasting the pungent sweetness of his young manly prick. My nostrils flared as I moaned and opened my mouth, letting my full lips slip tightly over the broad pulsating head. Travis groaned over and over as my tongue tauntingly licked around its blood-filled head.The harder I sucked, the more he moaned, and the more excited I became. I pulled back and licked and nibbled at its broad head, trying to force my tongue into the hot gaping.