Nevertheless, I hit the man in the back just to the right of his spine. The bullet tore into him and sent him onto his face in the dirt and horse shit...that covered the street. I ran up to him and was about to put a bullet into his head when somebody grabbed my arm. It was Aaron. He said, "Do not kill him like that. You do not want a murder on your conscience." I did not say anything, but I would have been delighted to murder the bastard who was trying to cause harm to me and my friends.I took. No such luck.He did, however, find a diary. Even though Myron's conscience told him not to read it without permission, he opened it anyway.He read the most recent entry: "So, in terms of sex, I'm totally a bottom girl. A submissive. I think dominant guys are so hot. With all the name-calling, hair pulling, and pleasure mixed with pain." Myron's erection gradually grew as he read more."I wish a guy would just bend me over my desk and fuck me. Calling me names and spanking me. I like big dicks. She was by now used to hobbling around in the high heels. Buthaving the dildo inside her sex kept her in a constant state of sexualexcitement. "Like it?" asked Erica. Janet paraded in front of Erica, her cheeks flushed and her breaths shortand fast. She knew that if she stopped, she might be chastised for it. Far better to do as Erica ordered, rather than being whipped again. The dildo produced one climax after another and it rubbed against her atevery step. Janet knew that she was already. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family member, and I’m just courteous right from the start. But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone..