Not to mention the additional arsenals in both the locked gun safe and a hidden emergency shelter underneath a sand dune about a hundred yards away. I...learned to handle any sort of gun from a young age, early and often.Why we needed to be able to know how to protect ourselves was another mystery ... one I still don't quite understand, but doesn't really pertain to this particular story. Who or what my parent's enemies were, I never quite discovered. I got the unstated impression that they were. Now it's time to get over my knee."At this he grabbed Tim's arm and pulled him over his lap. Mrs. Walker sat agacent to them and walched as her husband spanked Tim's bare bottom, a small tear in her eye. My Walker spanked over and over and harder and harder as he went.At first Tim thought it was managable. He felt more embarassment than pain but as the spanking continued, the pain started to increase exponentioally. He wanted to get up and off Mr. Walker's lap but he remembered what he was. And I need to tell you, I am not into feet. And I am not into pain, although sometimes that can be a fine line!!” I started to rub Lucy’s ass, she pressed her behind back against my hand. Most of her dildos were the same size as my cock which made me feel that I had enough equipment for her. Then she closed the drawer and said, “Let’s go back on the deck. We will definitely get to this later!”We played some more backgammon and talked about ways to use her toys. We were both getting horny, but. I was horny as hell. Jack just wasn’t going to get things accomplished so I thought about Alex. I stepped from the shower and wrapped the bath towel around my body. I peered into the kitchen. Alex was on his back, his upper torso positioned under my kitchen sink, his lower torso and legs spread out in front of me. I stepped over closer, squatted down and asked, “How is it going?”Alex jumped at the sound of my unexpected question.“I’m disconnecting the old one,” he replied, looking my way. ‘Let.