He drew his gun. He was fast, but not as fast as Jake's finger on the trigger. With a shotgun careful aiming is not required. Buckshot made a bloody m...ss out of the gunslinger's chest.Knowing the noise would be heard at the house, Jake ran to the front door. He kicked it open, and crouching as low as he could, he poked his head and his shotgun in.Jake had earlier observed the hands going out in various directions. He expected the house to contain only Turner, his wife, or possibly a servant.He. All the details which Fiona gave the man were forgotten as quickly asthey were heard. That was until the end, when Fiona talked aboutpictures. Terry retained that piece of information, and told her no way.This was a deal breaker in his mind. He will take his chances with Steveshowing Beth the pictures.Fiona started to talk Terry down from his hysteria. She started to usehis real name and referring to him as a male. The lady on the other linemade Terry believe that she understood his need for. Once in position Sam applied a liberal amount of lube to each of our arses. Bent over the arm of the chair legs apart. Three guys approached and slowly slipped their cocks in our eager arses.In it went filling my arse, slowly he started to drill me. Then a little faster I was getting more and more turned on again. Faster still, pounding my arse. Deeper and deeper I was going to cum, again. He grabbed hold of my tits squeezing my nipples as he fucked my arse. Pulling my breasts really hard. Resigned as you still couldn’t see them you turned to where you were sure your husband still sat. The only familiar person in this room quickly becoming uncharted territory, you buried your face into the ground to keep masturbating as instructed.Knowing you were close, you practically screamed “May I cum, sir? Pleeeassee” but he didn’t respond. It was agonizing to keep switching momentum and moving your fingers, you knew you couldn’t last.“Yes, Amber, I think you should cum for us” the woman.