" Sounds reasonable," I said. I left with a riot length shot gun and a box of 20 gauge #2 buckshot It would stop a man and I didn't need to be all tha... accurate to do it. I could have had The Brit hack it off, but I figured why not get it done at the shop where I bought it.I decided after I got home I wanted a pistol grip, so the next day I went to the pub. Tomas was helping The Brit paint and put Formica on some pantry shelves. Painted wood alone would not pass the health department. I reached over and curled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head over to my pants. With my free hand I unzipped my fly, then pulled my cock free. It stood before her mouth, erect, precum dripping from the tip. " Please" , she begged some more, " don't make me do that." I love it when they beg, that is when I feel the power and control. " Get on it!" I ordered, placing the knife on her throat again, " and I'd better not feel any teeth." She opened her mouth and I felt a rush run through my. I looked at her ass again..Janna please!Do you have to touch it? My sister may come.No, she is sleeping. You know that.How will you do, where?I pointed the dressing rooms of the beach.You are really crazy.Let's go there..please..But you promised. You will just touch.You will do it from over the shorts.You will not take your shorts off. If you attempt to take it off I immediately leave the change room.Okay, I promise..But I want same position.You are a real maniac. Change rooms are narrow.Just,. Sam took note as we walked into the steakhouse.“I think the valet guy liked what he saw,” Sam noted. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.“I guess I should make sure I wear my panties when I wear a short dress,” I jokingly replied.“Maybe so,” Sam said.The maître’d seated us at a booth. As I sat down, Sam started to take a seat across from me. I scooted down the leather-benched seat and patted the open space.“Sit next to me,” I implored. Sam looked around, as if he was looking to see whether or.