It will be way easier, don’t you agree? I mean I can’t get them off like this...” “Yea you’re right Ty, that will be much better.” She sa...d back with a much more softened voice, loving even. She ran her fingers through my hair quickly as if asking me to move my face away from her pussy, fell backwards on the bed playfully, then got on all fours, doggy style, and she stuck her cute little ass as far out as possible. Lust ripped through me like lighting, and my eyes were dumbfounded with images. All three shots were well placed. She was hailed as a heroine for preventing a mass killing.The two women were Texas ranch raised, so guns were a third arm, as in “left, right, and sidearm”, worn almost every day for work out on the range. Bourkas made carrying them easy in addition to fitting in anonymously.That “packing” was wise got confirmed three days later as they were walking to a residence in a poor neighborhood. A burly man grabbed Nancy and pushed her against a wall, his other hand. When they got home, it couldn't be more demeaning than needing hismother's help to undress him and clean out his drains, but he knew sheloved him unequivocally, regardless of what had occurred. He needed herhelp just to get in his pajamas and then hoped it was all a dream as hefell fast asleep.In the morning, not much was said as she woke him and then they all hadbreakfast together like old times, as his mother just stood behind himbrushing over and over through his hair while he ate. All his. I don't know if I'll ever be free again.But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Kathryn Bell, and I'm a thief. Well, was a thief? I don't know what I am now. A toy? Or maybe I'm just an example for anyone else who would dare to try and steal from Anthony Belli. In my line of work, everyone knew Belli's name. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of.