”“What?!?” she said, “Me? Surely you’re joking.”“Nope ... you’re paying for tyres.”“OH!” “Okay.”“Wanna check out the garag...? Daddy wouldn’t let me play in there.”In the end, they discovered Daddy had wrenches, a portable 155 cfm air compressor, all sorts of air powered sanders, grinders, and rachet wrenches. There was lots of hose and a Kaeser M58 Utility Mount 210 cfm Air Compressor in an explosion resistant box. They could easily run two sanders.The research, sanding and primer was pretty. I could see Ben was really intrigued in all the different sex toys that were available, when I noticed the store clerk headed our way.The clerk was looking me up and down as he approached, and asked "can I help you with anything?". I flirted by looking him up and down as well while saying "I'm sure you can help me out with a lot of things" with a seductive smile... "but I came originally to try on some lingerie, but got side tracked by these toys". The clerk smiled at me, and then looked over. So I chose an easier method. I had always been wary of guns and had hated them all my life. Now dad's colt that I held in my hand was going to be my salvation. I had written a farewell note and had placed it on my small, bedside table for anyone to find. I was wearing my wedding dress again and took a last look around outside at the sun shining before I pulled the trigger. Click, Click, Click. My fingers frantically squeezed the trigger. Quick check the ammo. Hmm, all there.. I find myself tied spread eagle in the middle of the bed.He sits beside me in the bed. I know at long last this is when he will start to play with me. We had often discussed my fantasy of being played like an instrument - like an instrument unable to do anything but controlled by the touch of my player whose goal it is to bring pleasure. He starts with my breasts. Taking on in each hand and massaging them fully, each hand kneading a breast with purpose. He lightly touches my nipples with an.