And now she's telling me she can't help me get off by talking dirty, because she "doesn't know how?" It's English, bitch!" I snarled as I slapped her ...ard in the face. "Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped."Putting you in your fucking PLACE, cunt!" I backhanded her soft cheek, then once again forehanded the other one. "TALK DIRTY!"She then began sobbing. "Adam! No! I-I didn't want---"She never got to finish that sentence, as I clenched my right fist and punched her directly in the mouth, taking. They were always good for a few steaks and a pot roast. To me, a gun is just a tool, like a hammer or a shovel, and they don’t scare me or anything. Don’t worry, I can just pick this up in its holster and set it over here, and then put it back after I’ve changed the sheets and pillowcases. I won’t fool around with it, any more than I’d play with any other tool. Tools all have their purposes and they all have to be respected or somebody can get hurt.’ ‘Well, that’s good, because you may come. “I’m coming. My pussy is coming. Drink my juices, Robert.” Robert lapped Pamela’s cunt like a puppy dog. She was smothering Robert’s face. Denise let out a huge scream. “Oh God, I’m coming. Oh Fuck!” Pamela got off of Robert’s face and Denise hopped off. “We have a little treat for you Robert. Denise left and went into the bathroom and came out with her strap on. Robert loved for his girlfriend to fuck his ass with it. We’ll take turns fucking you Robert. We know you are a dirty boy. Do you. I'm not going out to get laid, Nick, just because I'm getting married. I certainly hope you didn't do anything stupid last weekend with your friends like cheat on me?" What? No, of course not. I just mean, let your hair down have some fun. I'm sure Carla has organised a male stripper or something. And I'm ok if he touches you up a bit, or you know you give him a quick blowie," I had said."Fucking hell, what's got into you? I'm not going to be giving anyone a blowie, for Christ's sake, we are.