If a man had the misfortune of stepping on a primed M8-97, his balls would end up racing his brain to the moon."Schreck shook his head. "No subtlety, ...atey," he said.He knocked a cigarette out of the pack on the table and lit it."You'll have to excuse my American friend," he said. "Like most of his fellow countrymen, he has an unhealthy preoccupation with big bangs and bright explosions. The M8-97 might turn a human being into a spray of fine red mist, but tactically it's rather limited .... Nothing made sense. I concluded… no, I prayed it was just a matter of giving her a little space. Let her go do her thing, get it all out of her system. ‘It was all new and exciting to her, hell she didn’t have time for me at the moment. But she was a small town girl who was raised right and I was sure, would land on her feet when she got her bearings.’ After half a dozen unanswered letters and several desperate phone calls that never reached her, he gave up. A card did arrive a week after his. It was embarrassing."Robert paused, and I sat silently, still covering my breasts with my arms. He continued, "This situationis different. Now you obviously belong to me, and you are doing this to please me. You are nothumiliating your man, you are pleasing him by showing off your breasts."I now understood the workings of my stepson's psyche' a little better. And yes, I wanted to pleaseRobert. I would do almost anything for him right now.I had to admit that the wickedness of such an act had its. He could never get enough of this woman. Watching as she finally stripped off his underwear and took the length of him in her mouth was his undoing. Her mouth stretched wide as she took more than her fair share of him deep into the back of her throat. the warm wetness of the inside of her mouth was heaven. She worked him slowly in and out of her wicked mouth, his dick now painfully full and shiny from her saliva. It took all of his strength not to grab the back of her head and grind his hips.