" Tears pricked Abby's eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt and bra letting her tits hang. Her large pink nipples were hard enough to cut glass as he grab...ed one and twisted it. She felt so degraded, but happy too and it was confusing. Regular women couldn't like this kind of thing in real life right? Which meant she couldn't be regular. She must truly be the fuck cunt he thinks she is. "That's right. Now my cock too, slut." Unzipping his pants she pulled them down to his ankles and was rewarded. I was excited the whole time. I loved the fact that I could fuck you without Cindy or Richard showing the slightest sign of jealousy. Yes it was good, wasnt it?, she said, We must do it again sometime very soon. Great! Id really like that. Im sure that Cindy would too. After a few minutes a young man came out of the next door office with a smile on his face, then the red light changed to green. Come on, Ron, Cindys free now. She led me to the next office. When we stepped inside I realised that. “You heard me fella! Git your sorry ass outa here or I’ll blow yuh head off!”Those very demanding words were coming from a little mound of oilskin that resembled a raincoat standing only ten feet away in the pouring rain. Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun with a bore that looked like it could take down an elephant or two if need be. Further up the raincoat was a hood that covered the little old wizened head of Mrs Clusky from next door.. Jack was more attuned to show business and Jim was, at heart, a banker, so there was no conflict between the brothers as to which one would be president of the bank when Jed eventually decided to retire. Even before the wedding was done, Jack and Carly were after me to come up with something that they could do together in the show. I worked up a comedy routine for them in which there was a mock contest to prove which one was the best shot. Jack showed his true love for Carly by not being the.