The noises vibrating my shaft felt good. I could feel her throat clench up...heaving...and then I pulled her head back, my red prick coated with thick...ropy saliva and a thin strand of it connecting the head of it to her lower lip. Her lip was quivering as she gratefully gasped for breath. I let her take one, two, three big gulps of air and with my palms still on her ears, pulled her back in to me. Her lips spread and I could feel her teeth widen as my cock pushed into her mouth again...half-way. The original derringer was a .51 caliber cap and ball weapon, but most had been converted to shoot the new .410 shotgun shell loaded with three #00 buckshot balls. It was no good beyond 10-15 feet, but it was a killer up close. Luckily for me, I was able to get my Starr DA swung around and pointed at the agent's belly in time to fire before he did. The derringer was single-action, and it could no compete with my double-action Starr.People had started to run in our direction just after the first. The other sides of the leather straps have the grain going...hmmm, shall we say...against you, not with you, if you catch my drift. So where the one motion was like a delicious tongue, this time when I pump more air into the leather, your soppy, wet, nasty, crusty cunt is going to be whipped incessantly till there's no more of anything left - and it won't stop, you know, until I make it!!" As I start the medieval torture device, I bend down to whisper, "Now precious, I'll be good and won't make. "That’s great. Now take your hair and pull it all to the right.” Dorrie stood there for a second, surprised at just how hot her roommate looked in that position.“That’s perfect. Now spread your arms up toward the corners of the bed.” After Adi did that, Dorrie went to the top corner of the bed and got surprise number one ready. She flipped up a leather strap and looped it around Adi’s wrist.“What the hell are you doing?” Adi tried to pull back.“I told you about the straps.”Adi tugged at the one.