Thirty caliber. The clip holds twenty rounds; twenty-three if you press the spring all the way down. But I wouldn't, 'cause that's why automatics jam ...n you. Spring gets too weak to push a round into the chamber before it closes."Reaching under the counter again, he brought up a small cylindrical object and presented it."It even has a silencer. I think it was made for some gangster back in the Roaring Twenties," he said, chuckling as he carefully placed the heavy, round cylinder down next to. So I told her that I’d be here to make sure she’s ok. But if I think you’re forcing her I’m calling the cops. I still might so - I ain’t your friend, rapist.”Whatever her words, something was effecting Brittney. Under her white blouse two solid points appeared in her breasts. The blouse was open enough I could see her cleavage. Her eye flickered down to the front of my slacks.Her nipples stiffened even more as I watched.I walked up to Lori. If I was going to prison either way, might as well. Stumbling to the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to collect herself. She gently touched her cheek where his fingers had been and ran her own finger along her lower lip. She closed her eyes and trembled at the memory. She tried to define his caresses and much to her dismay the only word that fit was thrilling. Overcome with guilt, she fell back upon the bed. Henry had only been gone a few days and she was already falling under Nicholas’ spell. Why did he have this power over her?. Fran happily accepted the cock that had just been fucking her ass and give it a good cleaning. Tyrell soon followed and Fran felt his huge load of cum more than filling her cunt. Much of it leaked out and ran down his shaft into his pubic hair. Fran spun around and worked and worked till she had sucked up all the cum that had spilled from her cunt from Tyrell's black cock. Don was hard again and he lay on his back. Fran got on top and lowered her ass hole onto his sword. Then she leaned.