" Tell me what you're thinking." We don't want to KILL the squirrels. A paintball at standard velocity and close range would do that. One from across ...he yard won't. Rachel says we can do it like a blow-gun. Close range, we don't use full pressure." How are you controlling pressure? That little air tank is three thousand pounds."Blonde head bounced. "Yeah. So we tap it into a low-pressure reservoir. Monitor pressure in the reservoir, and trigger that pressure to launch." She smiled. "The bot. 679-231-CC-1 X. Transponder 5150." Thank you, Cheyenne, Lewistown out." No problem, Lewistown, Cheyenne out." Great idea, Connie," said Junior. "Eventually, they're going to have to admit they lost. That admission is above and beyond the documents they signed."Connie said, "I need a drone ... one we can afford to lose."Mr. tower officer grinned, "It just so happens..."xXxWhen they were fueled and ready to leave Cheyenne, Wyoming, Junior set the quarter scale RC model transponder to 5150 and. ‘Leska will be leaving the embassy in 25 minutes, he will have a three car escort with 10 marine guards,’ the caller said and then hung up. ‘He will be mobile in 25 minutes headed to the airport, where should we set up,’ Nigel asked switching back to Ian. ‘On the plane, they will never expect it, switch the whole crew, Mr. Leska will never see mother Russian again.’ Ian said with an icy tone in his voice as he hung up. Nigel looked at the phone in his hand, shaking his head in wonder at the. Jane found his heavy weight on top of her comforting and protective as she too came down from the unbelievable high. She could not believe what had just taken place. The orgasm she had while fucking in front of her sleeping parents was so surreal and intense, it was way different to the other magical powerful times she had cum. Jane could feel Steve's once hard fat cock deflating, relieving the pressure in her contented arsehole, his cock exiting her rectum with a plop as Steve rolled off her..