It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the bowie knife after all. I was just as glad. Knives are really messy. You have to be close enough to smell...the blood and crap when you gut someone. I just never felt that it was something I would enjoy.I was carrying the 10mm Glock semi automatic pistol in and upside down under arm holster. It was really too big for me, but compromise was the name of the game when safety was at stake. The glock was big and clumsy compared to my concealed hammer .38,. "It took a couple of minutes for mom to get her sobbing under control, but I'm a patient guy. Finally with much swallowing and hiccups, Mom got it out. "Please sir, Paul, spank me, spank your mom, your cunt, I am what ever you want me to be!" Big sob."Your cunt, your whore, you own me!' More tears, mom was broken forever!I hand spanked her for 6 slaps, three on each cheek, mom couldn't help herself, she cried out with each hit. That was the day I put her in listen mode for the first time. On. That mysterious glob smelled just like jism!More curious than ever, Juanita pushed her tongue out and tasted the pearly drop."Holy shit!" she gasped, as the distinctive flavor registered on her knowledgeable taste-buds. It wasn't a pearl at all--but it was something even more precious.Congealed cum!And animal cum, to boot!Juanita, trembling, got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl down the street, following that string of cum, tracking both by sight and by scent. She was determined. All is lost. Remember tonight when I've pressed your knees to your shoulders..." I'm being serious!" The difference between us, Hon, is that you don't recognize the fact that I am, too!" I told her. "I know things are tight -- it's irrelevant. You should walk; I'll call it a bad debt. If you don't, sooner or later your pussy lips are gonna hug my erection."She giggled, shaking her head. "Cletus, I'm not going to do anything of the sort. I don't do anything like that -- and you can't make me." I.