It hardly met any resistance with all the juices that flowed freely inside my and I felt my walls stretching as he filled my up slowly.He continued ki...sing my and playing with my lush tits while he drove his cock deep into my pussy and filled my aching pussy with his meat. The helper kept looking down at my pussy being ravished as his now flaccid monster wagged in front of my face. Pre-cum oozed from it’s slit in a tacky flow and dripped onto my hair.He raised my palms to his organ and made my. Once they were taken care of, I would worry about the other side of the road.I counted four shooters on my side of the road and five on the far side. That was enough bandits to make my job a bit chancy, but I knew that if I were killed in the fight that I would just wake up in some other adventure. That went a long way to boosting my bravery and my foolhardiness!I had four Mississippi Rifles hanging from my saddle, so I had four shots before I was reduced to reloading or to changing to another. Which usually just makes me all the wetter. Which is kind of self-defeating, don't you think? He chuckled when he made that rule. But it was right up my alley. I have slut fantasies. Fantasies where I'm taken unwillingly and fucked till I love it. Who am I kidding? I love being fucked. And I mean completely fucked. Sweaty and sore. All holes. I am not too keen about anal, but I like it after the initial shock and pain. I don't look forward to that feeling. It makes my tummy tumble. But after. "Safe cracker," one of the guys laughed.I learned that a strike team in disguise was going to get them inside the compound and they were all fluent in the local Spanish Central American slang where they were going.As I put the pieces together with what I learned from them and the tidbits from Frank, it came to me what they were going to do. They were going on a heist at a drug cartel headquarters.That was why they wanted them to be skilled in the close quarter hand to hand. Not only were they.