Nicole got out of her sleeping gown, took another shower and dressed to go shopping. She ate a light meal before taking off to the stores in what look...d like a nice modern mall.Stopping a few doors away, she found a gun shop. It was manned by a heavy set man with a scraggly beard.“May I help you,” the guy asked as soon as she entered. He had a a big grin and his eyes full of lust for the redhead. And she saw his lecherous glare.“I hope you can,” she said. “I’m looking for a handgun for a lady. By the way, you'll find some interesting photographs on the side table.”I sat down in an easy chair, and leaned across to pick up a pile of about twenty-five high quality 12 by 15 inch black and white photographic prints, all properly mounted on stiff card. My father-in-law had been a keen amateur photographer, and also an early cine enthusiast, experimenting with early super eight colour film back in the 1950s. I knew that there were a large number of cans of film in the cupboard under the. “God yes, please Frank,” I moaned.As requested, Frank slipped a second bone colored finger inside of me. The sensations sent an immediate wave of pleasure across my body and caused me to tighten even more around his alabaster hooks. Frank had two fingers gliding effortlessly inside and out of my body and within moments, I submitted another request.“Frank, please…more,” I mumbled. The whore inside of me raging a low roar and I wanted to let her out…all of her.“For you, anything,” he replied. The feel of Art's heated skin against my own was almost too much for me and I pulled away slightly, trying to calm my raging body. He spread his legs wide and I slipped my hand down to his beautiful cock that was emerging from a thick mat of pubic hair. Art took a sharp intake of breath as I circled the head with the tip of my middle finger and lightly pinched the head between my thumb and index finger. I formed a C with my palm and slid my hand up and down the length of him. I was struck by.