’ ‘It is.’ I replied firmly. ‘You need a ride home this morning? I didn’t see your car when I got here last night.’ ‘Nah, I’m helping ...evin set up the spare bedroom today. I guess they decided we’re all here so much, they might as well have somewhere for us to sleep besides the couch.’ It was true. We always ended up at Bryan’s house, as it was pretty much in the middle of where we all lived. And two or three nights a week, at least one of us would crash there. I did it the most, although I. " And I am Greg. When people use the name Mr. Hammond I look around to see if my father has crept up without me knowing." She laughed at my attempt at humour."Will you be dining tonight?" If I went elsewhere I think John would come to find me and drag me back. So yes I will be dining tonight." I am told he is making a Steak and Kidney Pie. Rumour has it that his pie is one of the best in England." I can confirm the rumour. I have no need to look at the menu now, my mind is made up."The evenings. Someone returned to the room, and without warning a whip crashed acrossmy breasts. This was no girlish whipping, I was being whipped by a fully grownmale. The orgasms started within seconds. After whipping me for a wonderfully long time whoever he was, crawled atopme and thrust his cock into my pussy. I came again. Another boy climbed ontop of me and I listened to my son Mark explain the customs of the house tohis guests as they watched me being fucked. The rest of the evening was a delicious. Apparently I had spent the last part of the evening complaining that Iwould not be able to shoot Justin now. People thought I was hilarious,little did they know.Saturday I awoke with a serious hangover. My first thought was of thegun that was in my possession. My task for the day was to dismantle thegun and find a series of places to dispose of it, one part in eachplace. Sam drove and we visited every stretch of water that we couldthink of. At each location a single part or shell was hurled.