Yeah, it was a fake. One of my old boyfriends, Frank, had given it to me. It was actually a “replica”, not just a cheap copy, it’d cost him like...forty bucks. He’d taken it to work and drilled the plug in the barrel out, so it looked real when you were staring down it. And it was made before they started putting those goofy red things on the barrel. It was so real it even had a clip with some fake bullets, but I’d managed to lose that somewhere. But I held it like he’d shown me, with my left. ’ ‘And the cameras are so you can record the sex and have your husband somehow discover the tapes?’ ‘This is 2008. Tapes no longer exist.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. I turned back to her desk and picked up the picture. ‘Have you looked at this picture lately? Especially the little girl on your husband’s lap?’ ‘So?’ ”So!?!’ Again you say ‘So!?!’ What the fuck’s wrong with you, lady? Don’t you have any compassion for your own daughter?’ She didn’t answer, but from her body language, I knew. While he tongued me, I lowered my hand to his lap and the hard cock that was standing up from it. His arms went around me, knowing this was not a normal everyday occurrence.I pulled my lips away as I noticed Tara looking down at my hand on her brother, on his cock. I was wet, of course, I'm a pretty sexy woman, I've always been horny and eager for sex since I began puberty. And, it hasn't lessened, either."I think we three need to talk, guys. First, Tara, were you doing that freely, of your own. To make it even more close and meaningful, doesn’t it?’ Smiling, knowing full well his meaning, Amanda decided to play a coy game. As he stood aside to let her through the doorway, she replied. ‘Pray sir… sorry, Oliver! Whatever can you mean?’ Strand had always been a man who took risks, one who chanced his arm, pushed things and sometimes went for broke. He relied on his intuition and instinct, far more than most men. And he sensed that this was a time to go with his gut feel. As they.