He really should've given her his number, he thought, so she could call and let him know at least.Less than ten minutes later, his doorbell rang and w...en he opened the door, there stood Maria, dressed in dark slacks and a light blue blouse, holding a large white plastic bag. The small white cartons visible inside identified it as Chinese takeout and the wording on the bag said it came from the small restaurant down on the avenue."I hope you haven't had lunch yet," Maria said as she stepped. Not junk. Platinum. Someone went through a lot of trouble.Crate five had little one pound boxes of C-4.Crate six had detonators in little tin boxes for the C-4 and thin black plastic boxes with a number pad and holes in the side that looked like the wires from the detonators fit. Not a clue. It was so small ... hand held maybe?Crate seven had loose, Winchester stamped, 308 ammunition. it was completely full. A 100,000? Maybe.Crate eight had 24 Italian BM59's in selective fire compete with. Or could be also very dangerous for me, we would be alone; nobody could help me if I needed. At seven I headed towards the washroom. After few minutes, Manfred came and hurried me into a changing room for the janitors. I stood still there in the room; a very small one. Manfred smiled: “Should we start, babe”. “So should I give you my used panty now?”He answered “I will take it by myself; that was the deal”.I was wearing a fitting black trouser and a sleeveless shirt. The black man would have to. This made her even hornier and hugged me tight and her boobs were getting squeezed between. I was kissing her neck, face, and were smooching.Now I increased my speed and started fucking her faster and she started screaming. “Fuck more, fuck my pussy hard, it’s for u baby fuck it more, I’m loving it, fuck fuck fuck moreee baby.. fuck me deep..”I could feel my balls were getting ready to fill her pussy with hot cum. I continued fucking for another 5 minutes faster n harder and she too was lifting.