. and then there were the kooks. There were always kooks.Truth is, the FBI was much smaller now. The majority of the bureau had been male. Over 75% of...the remaining women had been in staff positions, they were in clerical, archiving or fingerprinting type jobs. When it came to field agents, few had been women, and even fewer had been trained well and been competent.There were less than a hundred women scattered around the entire country that were agents. The whole continent could not be. If you must use it, it might be best if you were as close totouching your target with the weapon as possible. Pleasepractice with the actuation device until you are facile with it,Katrina, then come to me for a final assessment of your abilitieswith the weapon. I will give you ammunition which fit in thoselittle loops about the leather band for it once you areproficient with the deployment and retrieval of that nasty littleweapon." But why do I need such a thing?" Katrina asked, even as. And it didn’t matter either how much I tried to get Randy out of my mind, I couldn't. He was lean and muscular and had a beautiful cock that I could always get hard, any time, any place... with no hair anywhere on his body and he always smelled so damned fine. This guy in front of me had hair everywhere and all his creases had a funky odour, and to top it all off he wasn’t getting hard.Pat said, with a sneer on her face, “What’s the matter? Can’t you get it to stand to attention?" Get naked!”. . did you?” I stammered. Mother replied with a girlish giggle of delight. “That’s right, Madison, that’s my entire fist you’re feeling.” My mind reeled in a dizzying spin. This was uncharted territory, even for my mother’s wicked imagination. Gently she twisted her arm, wrenching her panty-wrapped fist in a heavenly rotation inside my steamy twat. Then she eased herself deeper, pressing past her wrist and forcing the lips of my cunt into an obscenely stretched oval, clutching desperately at the.