At his touch, she jumped up before blushing even deeply.“You don’t like the uniform?” He asked while staring into her eyes. She held his gaze fo... a moment before looking away. All the while, his hand was still on her shoulder. He could feel the heat radiating off her. Carson smiled broadly.“Well?” he massaged her shoulder a bit. He could see Amy biting her lips, her thighs were locked together.“It’s a bit um..”“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He reassured her. “But I would like. Your body belongs to me. I'm going to use you. Eventually I will have fucked every fuckable hole on your body. And if I want it to be so I'll give people I know permission to use you. You are nothing but a piece of meat. Your only worth anything so long as your a good fuck." As I finished my sadistic statement I bit down hard on her ear and thrust myself into her tight cunt. I began fucking her brutally then. I moved my bite from her ear to over her shoulder bone, and reached under her. He slowly walked to the bedroom. The door was shut, but he didn't think anything of it at the time. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. When the door was fully open, he was greeted with a horrible, heartbreaking sight. He felt like he had been hit in the stomach by a three hundred pound pulling guard. His wife was laying spreadeagled on the bed. Her long, chestnut-brown hair was blanketed underneath her heaving chest. Her face was contorted into a look of pleasure, her chocolate-brown. Flintlock 101 first semester 1977.”“Your instructor?”“Karen Post.”“A girl?”“Yeah.”“She know anything?”“You should see what she built as a teaching aid.”“That good?”“Makes mine look like a stick.” He said, “She’s got her own shop ... big old log cabin east of town. Machine tools up the ass. Funny ... she built hers mostly with a hammer and files ... but the tools helped keep the holes straight. She built all of it except the lock ... that came from Uberti as a few lumps of iron.”“Worth the.