A hand slipped in between her thighs and stroked at her soaking wet slit. Rachel moaned and shuddered. Her folds smothered in her own aroused juices. ...wo long fingers sunk into her moist channel, pumping into her pussy with a strong steady rhythm.“You are one wet cunt…You really need to be thoroughly fucked tonight slave.” Came a voice.The multiple hands kept exploring her every soft female slit and hole. They way her hands were bound, Rachel could not stop any of their explorations. She mewled. . he could be wrong, eh?" No chance, Baby. I've had the frog-test," she answered miserably."There's nothing left but the spawning! I'm up! Now, what?" Hell... I don't know right off hand... ! Give me a minute to digest it, will you?" Take five," she answered sarcastically."Thanks..."She'd stirred beside him, then sat up abruptly. "Shit!" she spat. "I know you don't want to marry me!" M-M-Marry you? Jumpin' Christ, Millie, I'm only fifteen! And what're you... almost seventeen? Man, what a. I leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck and pressed my breasts against her back. My hands wrapped around her waist and slowly moved up, cupping her big breasts in my hands. She stiffened but soon relaxed as she let her instincts take her away.My next move was to slide the dress off her body. The dress bunched around her ankles in a heap and the only fabric standing between me and her wholesome nakedness was her bra.I unhooked it quickly and let that fall too. Suddenly conscious of her. My husband just stared at me, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes wild.The moment the door closed, I gasped, “What? What is going on?”“We need to think about defenses,” I said. “That gun sale on Saturday...”My jaw dropped as he explained what he had learned. I whirled. I hated guns. They just caused death. I didn’t believe in the second amendment at all. Things had changed. They weren’t needed any longer. They should be banned.“So shut it down,” she said. “Edited.