"I understand why you would no longer want me in your bed." Is that what this is about?" he asked feeling relieved. "You think I no longer want you?" ...rasping her chin he dragged her face around to look at him. "You are as rock-headed as any muscle-bound, brain-dead warrior I have ever met!" Her eyes widened in surprise but before she could say anything he had turned them around and started pushing her back towards the bed they had never used. Just as he had, she hit the frame with her lower. I loved the pungent smell of her pussy, her moans started increasing. Aaaaaaa…. Uuuuuu … Suck it faster bastard …… Aaaa ……. Uuuuu … Fasterrrr ….. Deeeeperr …… Lick it bastard clean it…. AaaaaaaaaSuddenly her body shivered and she reached her orgasm and dozed off. She took rest for 5 minutes. Then she told listen bastard I’m your mistress and you should obey my every order and I have the every right to punish you. I nodded my head. She was quite muscular with good shape and size. Then she got up. Her - obviously human- most intimate part was now just an inch or so from his mouth. Head still aching, confusion and fear filling it he lay as still as he could and closed his eyes. There was a strangely canine little growl and twice she dipped herself so that her nether lips jarred against his facial ones, they were hot and slightly viscous. Hesitantly, eyes still closed he unclenched his teeth and pressed just the very tip of his tongue to her delta. The growling stopped instantly, and. She envied him the Webley because it looked just like the one her father generally carried in his coat pocket even when just going to meet friends. It was the first handgun she had fired as a young girl and the bruise on her thumb was a fond memory.The little popgun in her purse was deadly but only up close and personal. It was more for her peace of mind than a serious threat. Of course, the Webley made a hell of a bang but if you were unfortunate enough to get hit with one of the lead.