In preparing for the trip, I decided to dress down a bit more than I would typically. I wore jeans, sandals and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt…with the ...ipper lower than my typical. I had a plan, more cleavage equals more discount, right?I had a scheduled appointment, so I just pulled the car in and handed the tech my keys, and another guy entered my info at the computer. I noticed that many employees and customers alike were looking at me. At this point, the sweatshirt zipper was down only. Lindsey had been afraid of guns, but we brought her along, until she was confident to find her own weapon. I swear those girls shopped for pistols like they did dresses, wanting to ‘try them on’ before deciding. We joined a gun range that also had a shop, and they could check out a rental, run a box of ammo through it, then return it. She still hadn’t found anything she liked, when I thought about the vault. All the weapons were old, some over a hundred years, but all were mechanically sound. “They probably have a storyline that involves the workshop or some additional furniture they need in the front shop.” Bill said thoughtfully. “They don’t tell you much beforehand but I’ve been been working on those ten chairs and that table plus a couple of additional leaves for the table that they wanted me to make for several months now and they wanted some extra examples made that were left at various stages of completion so they can show them being worked on. When the director was wringing. Just look at you. You are open and shiny wet already and I have yet to touch you even! Well Jan, you know you really do need to start telling me what some of your sexual fantasies are. No response? Well Jan, can you imagine sucking on a cock as easily as you suck on my slit? Can you answer that? Very softly Jan answers yes. Oh my, you said that so quietly, how can this be a difficult answer? Can you imagine sucking on my husbands cock as easily as you suckle on my slit? Oh god no, was Jans.