Teri Sue shoved the rifle up Mike's asshole with a good push. It went in much deeper than he would have thought possible, and it made him scream in pa...n. “So, Mike, do you still think it was a good idea to fire your rifle at poor little Chester? Said poor creature was still holding Mike's neck firmly in check. “I could just fire the rifle now, Mike. Wouldn't be a pleasant sight. Wouldn't be one at all...”“Please, Teri Sue, stop this...” Tears were falling left and right of Mike's head. “You. This was after a game with her brother: we had to see if it worked and her brother, a titled Frenchman, was paying for it.'Did it work' asked Kim, her own nipples sore at the thought.'Not really. After just one game she would start to bleed and spoil her blouse. Her brother liked the idea, though, and she used to wear it to bed. He said it stopped her playing with herself, especially when he wired the tummy ring to her wrists.'All this talk was leaving Kim feeling very randy and excited. Far. I took in the extra weight around his sides, his belly. He had let himself go since college, that was for sure. I had more muscle definition and could outlast him for sure, tire him out. One or two punches to his fat gut would bring him to his knees. I had taken down guys bigger than him before. I could teach him to try to fuck with me."Fine. But by the time I'm done with you, you're going to be even uglier, Duffman." He chuckled at my bluster. I downed my beer, fourth of the night, and with. She blushed prettily. She had to know how great she was. ‘Y-you have to sing too, ichlen.’ She tried to look annoyed but still looked too cute blushing. So Nick smiled and sang too. Make a promise on your heart Bond together by this part Pinkies promise, sacred pact Forevermore, till life we lack ‘There, satisfied?’ Nick hated singing. He’d been told a thousand times that he sounded like a bag of wet cats. With his face as red as a tomato, he thought she’d laugh at him. She surprised him again..