" as electric pulses pounded into Sharon's body." Someone later told me that taking out Chrissy's slave had not been a smart move for David because it...allowed her to move more freely and more likely hit his target, but David knew what he was doing. He let Chrissy think she was drawing him away from me and when I was totally open, she let fly a clear shot at my target. The balls had hurt whenever they had hit me, but it really hurt when one slammed into that target. Immediately after that the. It hosted three others during the year and I never really wanted to go, but Winifred “Wini” O’Dell, my wife of twelve years, did, so I went. She always disappeared several times during the night for an hour or so and I always sat and talked to people until she was ready to go home.This year was going to be different.We’d arrived on time and were escorted to our table. The band had already started and as soon as we were seated Tom Godwin came up and asked Wini to dance. She began to stand. Her bra struggled to hold her tits, the cup too small for her pillowy mounds. She pushed her bra up next. I giggled as big, bouncy, perky tits spilled out.“Yay,” Janet clapped as Natasha bounced on her heels. “My tits do that, too. See!” Janet bounced on the table, her tits heaving.“They do,” Natasha giggled. “We both have bouncy tits. Wow. And black hair. It's like we're sisters.”“Titty sisters,” Janet said, cupping her big tits and making them bounce even more. It was so hot, my pussy. ..”“You leave everything to me,” Sandra quickly said. “You just be ready tomorrow at one o’clock and I’ll have him at your door wrapped in a bright blue bow.”“What am I doing?” Emily asked herself as she again filled the small glass in front of her.That was a question she was still asking the next day as the clock neared noon. Now, however, she didn’t have the relaxing effects of the bottle she and Sandra had nearly put away to help defer the answer.Looking directly at her reflection in the.