I wasn’t given a chance to think, look, study the situation, or call out for help. I saw, fired, and fired again, to make sure.When my hammer clicke... on an empty magazine, I switched to the shotgun and took out the second killer, who used the body of his partner to avoid getting dead long enough to shoot me in the abdomen and shoulder.We had fired simultaneously, but the shotgun made a spectacularly bigger hole in him, than his handgun round made in me.It still hurt. Oh did it hurt... The pain. She explained certain needs of women to me, which I found to be very helpful in caring for the women I had. I would wake her up in the morning allow her to pick out which instrument of punishment I would use on her that day. Yes, she was whipped every day with a different type of whip or paddle until we had used everyone I own.Once Eve had picked the instrument of punishment I would have her place it on the small table until the day was over and we were preparing to sleep. Depending on how the. Tara cried quietly while I boxed his clothes and toys for the local church run orphanage. His room was spotless. Connie’s hand was all over how neatly his clothes were arranged in his dresser and how perfectly his good shirts and slacks hung in the closet. I set his things out of sight and promised myself to take them away when the girls were not home one day.No one was in the mood to cook, or clean up by the time that chore was complete, so I suggested we hit Andy’s Igloo for hot dogs and. She straddled my sister’s face, leaning forward over the edge of the couch. My sister licked Saba s pussy, tasting the juices that flowed freely from it. Her hands moved over Saba s bottom, pulling her closer to her face. Saba s soft moans bounced around the room. My sister, in order to make her friend more happy, darted her tongue deep into Saba s Phuddi, and tasted the first full climax erupt against her face. Saba collapsed on top of my sister, her legs wobbly from the sensation she had been.