’ ‘I guess you’re probably right,’ Mother said. ‘But I can’t quite get useta the idea, you know?’ ‘You will, eventually,’ I said. �...Because I’m going to keep helping you, whether you like it or not.’ Mother smiled and nodded. ‘I know you will,’ she said. ‘You’re a good son.’ We ate for a while, not saying anything. I was just about finished when I looked up and saw Mother looking at me. Her smile had faded and she had a very serious look on her face. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked her. ‘This stuff. “Now it’s my turn to see how I taste mixed with champagne. Kiss me!” He commanded and took her mouth with his. He could taste the champagne and his come on her tongue. He thought that he might still be able to taste the faint flavor of her pussy juices.She poured the last of the champagne in a trickle over his cock and knelt to lick him clean. She continued to lick him for several minutes until his cock began to grow hard. Then she stood up and unwrapped the bar of dark rich chocolate. She. ‘Jacqueline, please, no, do not do this,’ Constance said, although she knew it was useless. Michel picked her up and placed her on the wooden structure. Its surface had been covered with a padded cushion, a consideration that seemed absurd in light of the rest of it. Some of the men stepped forth to help him as they brought Constance’s arms over her head, and bound her wrists to the rail. Her ankles were spread apart, one tied to the rail, the other to the short post. The skirt of her gown. Keeping that in mind, I cocked my shotgun and aimed at the poker table without breaking the window. Without warning, I fired both barrels at the men sitting at the table. I was able to include two of the men in the shot pattern, so they were down for sure, and, if I was lucky, I might wound the other two.I fired through the window and did, indeed, hit the two men I expected to knock down. I could not tell about the other two because of the cloud of powder smoke generated by my shotgun. There.