. ." I muttered, trying to hide the love I was sure she could see in my eyes. She walked over and sat in the lawn seat beside me. I was fiddling with ...y gun uselessly, trying to find a way to dissapear."What's been up with you lately, Deadshot?" She used my nickname. Everyone had always called me Deadshot, cause I'm a dead shot with guns. I hated when she called me that. It made me feel distant from her. I just shook my head. "C'mon, tell me. . . . .please?" She batted her eyelashes. A protest against the exclusion of women from their ranks he could at least grasp in theory, despite the (to him) questionable wisdom of such disturbances to traditional order, but even though she’d made her feelings on that issue clear enough in the past, on this occasion she’d barely mentioned it. Instead, she’d spun a vague, aspirational appeal to individual destiny, insisting on the impossibility of hope without the total commitment of all with sufficient courage to defend their ideals. The. The room felt like it had dim lighting and Denise struggled to make out much about the room, that was more due to her wearing, what felt like a silk blindfold, which was tightly wrapped around her head, completely covering her eyes.She could feel that her legs, were strung up in some form of chains, and spread high and wide; she had a vibrator pressed against her clit.Feeling a little weak, she couldn’t move her legs a lot at all, nor her arms, which again, felt like they were tightly chained. He slipped off the bed. Then he went and mounted her just as Tony had. Kyle’s arse was sticking in the air off the end of the bed, and his knees were spread wide over Debora’s thighs.Tony didn’t have to be told twice. Kyle had already told him he wanted him to fuck him. Kyle had obviously decided that he would get what he wanted, and it didn’t help that Debora was aiding him.Tony was left with two choices, fuck the man or walk away. Tony had already determined that Kyle was definitely the.