I just hoped she hadn't seen the bulge in my pants. I quickly backed out of the wagon and waited at the fire cutting the tips of the .22 rounds with m... pocketknife. I thought I would try to make them act like dumdums when I went hunting. I divided the rounds into half dumdums and half normal rounds. I heard some movement in the wagon and soon saw Elizabeth's head peak out of the wagon. She blushed and walked over to the fire. Pretending I hadn't seen anything I offered her a cup of the last of. “You’re good, Sophie,” he murmured, “but I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” After a few seconds of me giving him head, he pulled me up and laid me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I unbuttoned his shirt as he kissing my neck (which is a great achievement for me, because as soon as someone kisses my neck I turn to jelly...). I peeled it off him, feeling the perfectly sized muscles in his arms as I did so. He was the perfect amount of tanned, and the perfect strength to hold me down. My. At first she thought nothing of it, until she got closer and two men got out pointing a gun at her. "Get in," one of them barked at her. She felt herself being shoved into the van, the door closing behind her.She travelled for what seemed like hours, being thrown around the back of that van. When she finally heard the engines cut off, she started crying loudly. The door flew open and without a word she was pulled out. One of the men pointed a gun at her. "Strip slut."Sharon looked at the. Sat in the living room in my little black dress that showed plenty of cleavage and the black flowered flip flops I dug out from the cupboard under the stairs (and wiped down as they were a bit dusty), I looked in my handbag and smiled to myself at the sight of my jiggle balls sat proudly in their box. We’d been messaging for a few weeks and the Friday I had asked if he ever fancied meeting up and to my surprise he wanted to do it this Sunday. He said he would’ve said Saturday but as he was.