Arturo thought it over for a bit before suggesting that Bolivar and Jesus be the ones. Both were very good shots with a shotgun or a rifle and adequat... with a pistol. Furthermore, Bolivar was about as expert as a man could be with the hand grenade. Jason accepted both candidates, and Janet looked very pleased.The next morning, Jesus and Bolivar were waiting for Jason when he showed up at the barn. He wanted to ride out with Arturo to see if a range that had been previously used had recovered. ..” she paused and smiled wryly.“Tell me, what do you need?” he asked her, quite fascinated.“A strong master...” she sighed ecstatically. “I know you don’t like the idea of me being so dependent on you, but you’re just so powerful, and kind, and loving. After all the sad little pathetic ‘masters’ I’ve experienced over the last three hundred years, you’re the only one who genuinely deserves the title.”“When we were role-playing the other day, and the other girls pretended to be hopelessly. I groaned again, my eyes shutting with the thirst to grab my cock and fist it till I came.At the first intrusion of her hard cock in my hole, I felt a slight pain, before her soft palm once again nabbed my cock as she pushed balls deep into me, her nipples which had become stony in arousal touching my back.Pushing out, she slammed in so deeply I almost lost my balance, her fingers gently squeezed my cock.“Do you know why I'm fucking you? Why I'm rewarding you with my cock?” The effect of her. Since he had run from his neighbour's house he was determined to stop his voyeuristic explorations and destroy the photos of his mother. Yet even as he developed each picture his determination was lessened as the erotic and clear pictures became more graphic. And after reaching home, the house had been dark and quiet, so thinking he was alone, he had spread those same photos upon his bed, again thinking that he should destroy them.She stood, obviously angry and red-faced, looking at him then.