Two of the men carried high powered, Barrett fifty caliber rifles. The anti-material weapon could accurately hurl a massive slug at targets up to a mi...e away. They were devastatingly effective on vehicles and people.If things got really ugly, Max would make use of one of the group's rocket propelled grenade (RPG) launchers. Unlike the Desert Eagle, the RPG was not one of Max's over the top accessories. Neither Max the Enforcer nor the man playing the part liked having the Russian-made RPG. ‘Fuck my cunts’ she breathed ‘Fuck me good’ so I did. She bucked in pleasure, tensed up and cried out as she came again, this time a steady stream of warm piss ran up my arm and trickled from my elbow. ‘Fucking bastard’ she gasped ‘ You fucking made me cum’.I withdrew my arms so she could get up onto her knees. She turned to look at me and again stared at my cock, still hard and still in need of release. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled it towards her mouth. Slurping and licking she. I turned over on my back, removing my hands from my panties, hoping this feeling would pass and I could drift back into my on-and-off, sexually charged, stressed out sleep.The longer I lay there, the more times I found an excuse to move just so I could rub my thighs together. I realized I was not going to fall asleep without dealing with my arousal. Wearing just a tank top and panties, I finally submitted to my desire and peeled my tank top off, arching my back to allow myself room to remove. I thread my fingers through yours and pull you into the room. The soft glow of candles greets your eyes and the scent of sandalwood is in the air. I turn you and place the backs of your knees against the edge of the bed. I slowly unbutton your shirt and push it off your shoulders. I press my mouth to one nipple and then the other, catching each between my teeth and nipping. Looking into your eyes, I lower my hands and unbuckle your belt and pop open the snap of your jeans. I trace a finger down.