If you're wondering this baby right here is a9mm with a 1.25 ACM mechanical suppressor. One of my favorite."Heather's accent was slowly changing as sh... spoke."What are you doing with that? You're obviously shaken. Come, let mehandle that." As the husband was about to stand up from his comfortableleather chair, Heather lifted the pistol and pointed directly atEnrique. That startled him at first but his experience in this kind ofsituation as a former drug kingpin settled his nerve. Enrique. I took a towel from the counter and wiped off the lather on my chin telling the barber that I would be back shortly to finish the shave and a haircut already started.He seemed a bit perturbed but, in all honesty, I didn’t give a hill of beans for his likes or dislikes. I barely trusted him near me with that sharp razor in his greedy hands. I was thankful that I didn’t have any wanted posters with my name on them because I was certain he would cut my throat in a second just to pick up a few. I spent a lot of time at her feet, and she enjoyed my tireless worship.Who wouldn't? She used to say that anyone - woman or man - wouldwelcome my foot-enslaved tongue. She would sometimes refer to melicking men's feet, to goad me perhaps, and it always made me feel weakin the stomach. Afterwards, I would often have to jerk off in thebathroom, the taste of her feet in my mouth, the thought of a man'sstrong feet firing my imagination. I would almost always blow my loadwith a man's imaginary feet. I took more concentrated, slower pumps, and she moaned softly, trying to keep her voice down my still being sexy.“Shit. Shi-Oh! OH Shit! YES” She whispered.“You’re really tight.” I told her back.I fucked back as she started rolling her hips a bit. I stopped, and she just rolled her butt back and forth. The feeling of her control on my dick, and the tightness drove me further. I was almost there again.“Shit. I’m gonna—“ I said.I started up again, and she slammed back. The moment itself made me.