I sensed rather than saw a pistol being raised to the back of my head. Instinctively I rolled and tapped off three rounds at almost point blank range....The guy went down in a heap. He was probably the brains of the outfit.It was quiet now, and I lay on the ground next to the dead man trying to steady my breathing. I thanked my stars for the body armor I was wearing. I was bruised, and I probably had a few broken ribs, but I was alive. After a minute or so, I struggled to my knees and recovered. I could hear muffled moans, likely attenuated by the other's lips, and I occasionally detected fingers playing with one clit or the other.I did my best to concentrate on pleasuring the pussy on my face, although the way she was moving around was making it difficult to keep any kind of continuous attention on her clit. I flattened my tongue and tried to maintain as much contact as possible, hoping that her movements would subconsciously make her try to target the places that needed the most. He lovedthe sight and feel of her soaking wet panties as he pulled them off her a fewmoments before. He sat back and just let his eyes soak up the amazing imageshe presented. He loved how her ass was a little damp from sweat, and her pussywas open a little and wet from other causes. Silent wondered what was goingthrew her head while he just watched her breathing hard and savored the momentbefore moving on with his fantasy. Jill wondered to herself what was next. She no longer felt like herself,. " I cringe at the thought of being hit by the paddle."May I show you some things?" He asks. Something tells me he is safe and wouldn't hurt me. He picks up a leather strap. "Place your hands together in front of you." He says. He places a small leather strap around my thumbs and then around my wrists and then at my elbows. I try to get lose and find it impossible. I feel myself getting very wet. He then pulls out a gag that is made out of a ring wrapped in leather. "I promise you that this is.