It sprayed all over his crotch, and trickled down to her asshole, where his cock continued its assault. He smiled, inches away from her face. My dirty...little bitch, he said, and smashed his mouth against hers again. She kissed him back passionately. She was his dirty little bitch. She had drank his piss and given him her pussy and asshole. I saw his thrusts start to get harder, and noticed his dick was covered in blood. She didnt seem to care. She was in another world. They both started to. Kay was in a short skirt button up white blouse and I knew she was not wearing any underwear. To me she looked stunning.The entrance was down a flight of steps and just inside the doorway were a couple of bouncers. They looked us up and down, obviously decided a cool looking guy with an attractive leggy blonde in a mile high mini skirt and high heels both in their early forties were the kind of clientele they wanted, and let us through. A corridor with its red painted walls covered with. The team is nice and the teammates are friendly. However, no one would bother you after 5 pm. Well, except for one person.Scott is an African-European. I do not know for how long he is with my company but he seems to be a lone person. He is around 51. His wife passed away a few years ago and his children live far away. He lives alone and one can easily see the loneliness in his eyes. Scott is from a different team than I am in.A few months ago, he made some deliberate conversations with me. He. They were all impressed with the way the armor was able to stop bullets and the fact that the armor, alone, made such an effective weapon. They spend 4 more days becoming familiar with all of the aspects of the armor. Most of the trainees felt that they had never seen a better toy!Then they were introduced to the lightning gun. Now, there was a toy that any military man could appreciate. They practiced firing at targets and learned the gun's limitations, as well as its virtues. They also saw.