If we give our squad leaders the new kit there's less chance of there being any accidents. I trust our people to shoot straight — so none of the tra...nees will be at risk — but I'm not so sure about the trainees. Anyway, if the kit works we don't even have to tell the trainees that it's an exercise — we can let them think it's a real attack and let them fire back at our men as much as they like!"Beckie was beginning to like the sound of David's idea. A live-fire exercise was useful in preparing. “What’s that for?” he questioned her.“Just a reminder that I will be wanting to start work on our second child soon, darling. Jimmy won’t be our only child, my man; will he?”“You won’t find me refusing, Frances my love.”“And don’t fall asleep. Your malt whisky should be on its way shortly. What does Jessica’s son look like? Asian or European, or a bit of both? And his colouring; what is it like?”“Seeing him right after the birth, he looked to me more like a monkey, but then all new-born babies. In that way, she would not feel so bad since it was considered that she was the reluctant party. I quickly stood up and with my raging hard cock sticking to attention near to her face, since she was still sitting on the floor, and said, Mrs Jenny, you want to suck my cock! I then commanded, Be a good girl, open your mouth now. I want you to suck my cock now! She looked up at me, with her mouth slightly open in anticipation or was it in surprise. Whatever it was, I just did not care. All that. She nodded, helpless to do anything. She lifted her hips so he could slide them off, but he just grabbed them and ripped them off her. He looked at her thong... Red, with a kitty paw-print on the front. He licked his lips. “What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, giving him a wink that said he could do anything he wanted. He drew little patterns around the waistband on her thong, making her jump slightly. He kissed her belly button, which stuck out below her shirt slightly. Then in one swift.