Icomplained, she said she wasn't interested and if I didn't like itI could leave. This was the first mention of my leaving. Heretoforeshe had threaten...d that if I complained, she would leave. I toldher that I did not want to leave but her treatment was becomingbizarre and unnerving and I felt that there was a real problem andperhaps we could visit a therapist or marriage counselor.She screamed at me telling me that there was nothing wrong otherthan my transgressions and general uselessness.. He was in the kitchen making coffee. He poured me a cup and I sat down. He walked over and took the sheet from around my body."You will not cover yourself unless I say you can," he said in a demanding voice.He stood there and I answered him, "Yes, Sir."We drank our coffee; he didn’t say anything as we sat there. When he finished he took my cup and set it down. He guided me to the living room. He sat in a big recliner. I went to sit on the sofa, but he pulled my arm. It brought me to my knees. With less than half a cup left I headed to the gun shop and from there to their range behind the shop.Since I had bought so many weapons from them they gave me use of the range at a reduced price. The five dollar charge included the spotter scope so I wouldn't have to walk down range every time. They did know I would be walking on the range to retrieve the special targets. So we agreed that was a good thing I was early before the afternoon crowd arrived.First thing I did was fit one leg of my. “Gisele, are you wear a bra?” Kelsie she asked breathlessly as Gisele broke the embrace giving Kelsie a fast peck on the lips.“No Kelsie I’m not wearing a bra and now…” Gisele lifted her top pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor, “I’m not wearing a shirt either.”Kelsie’s eyes grew wide as she admired Gisele’s firm tities. Sure she had seen Gisele topless loads of times but like this. Her pink nippleslooked so stiff and hard and Kelsie licked her lips. Gisele’s tits were very.