I couldnt look at Dustin. I licked it slowly and gently until John slapped me so hard that I fell backwards. He pointed the gun at my face and screame.... I want you to lick that dick like its the greatest lollipop in the world. I want Dustin to cum so hard he falls on the ground. Do you understand me, bitch? I looked up at Dustin from my spot on the ground. He looked so helpless and beaten. He had to keep forcing his eyes open as he stood there. I realized that John was right. He probably would. It was a light, leather thing with a heavy, metal thing inside. It hurt and I frowned at it for a second, pressing my left foot down on my injured right toes, as if that might help.I finally moved, although I'd just about changed my mind by then. I took a few steps, gingerly, and reached down and unsnapped my purse, feeling inside for the thing, the gun that had hurt my foot. I probably wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't kicked it, or maybe I would have. It felt good in my hand, like a big. Moving to the bench at the end of the aisle she saw no one really nearby except the polo guy working his way across the back wall doing a poor job of feigning interest in any of the shoes on the wall. Sitting, she crossed her leg over and undid her laces. She slid off her shoe revealing her lovely shell colored nails. Because she knew no women were around, she ignored the small box of testing booties located at hers and every bench in the store. As she slid on the sandal, she noticed the guy. With her imagination, my mouth on her clit and a finger or two in her ass, it only took a few minutes for her to reach the edge. “I’m going to cum,” she said. I teased her for a while, letting her ease off the point of no return, and then building her back up. She talked to me and pulled on her nipples. Finally, my licking, sucking and fingering put her over the edge. Linda had one long orgasm, body arched up to meet my tongue, long, loud moans, and her hands pulling on the back of my head.