She believes they moved in together way too fast and outside their shared tickling fetish they have very little in common. She smiles as she realizes ...arah is like a best friend who also can get her to cum simply by tickling her. The perfect friend with benefits scenario except some how they ending up living together.She glances at the clock and sees it is only noon. The day is never going to end she thinks but at least it is lunch time. She grabs her purse and heads out to the nearest. Japanese kabuki music completed the exotic mood. We sat on the couch with a scotch, eating an appetizer of warm brie and pepper jelly. Madison's robe remained open and she was wearing the day collar I had bought her. I had requested that only I be allowed to remove it. We discussed our day and the significance of my 42 birthday. Was I happy, and what did I plan to do before my next milestone year. My immediate thoughts were on how beautiful Madison looked, facing me on the couch one leg. For a top we decided on a white cotton blouse and then made prance around the room.I looked at myself in the mirrors and hardly recognized myself. An unknown sensation grasped me, I had never been so hot before, but it was glowing heat deep inside of me, not the orgasm driven type. She pointed to a barberschair in front of a table full of little bottles, cans and brushes and told me to sit down. She called a name, and a black sturdy but elegant woman , late thirties, clad in an white long thin. "Never stop in an ambush," he muttered to himself.His eyes turned to the guns, and their officer raised a sword. "Aim!" Gamelin called.The thunder of the cannon was followed by the thunder from six hundred rifles. The vanguard was now about four hundred yards away; the combined shock of case shot, even from just a few guns, combined with the rifles shattered the formation.A few heartbeats later, his men were firing individually, while the attack had all but stopped. The guns fired again, now.