”“What? You think I cants afford it?” Barked the mobster, getting agitated at being denied.“No, its because it doesn’t work! We ran dozens o... tests and the subjects never reached their weapon stage, every time we tried to push it further, they just passed out from exhaustion, reverting to normal and having to start all over again. So many incinerated subjects…”“So… How much for the REST of the table?”“For all this I can sell for…”A sudden crash from the sky light forced the men to look up just. I contacted K-T, who for the moment was parked at the back of the building, on the other side of the wall. She drove up to the gate and I got my pistol and my gloves from her secured glove box, plus a pair of yellow glasses MI6 recommends for this type of thing. They enhance contrast and depth perception, and they stop debris from firing a gun from ending up in your eye. Never knew that was a problem, but there you go. So I go back into the house and, feeling very much like a little boy acting. She closed the door behind her, checked me over a few times. "What! No hello, little girl?" she said. I tried so hard to talk; my mouth was dry. I couldn't breathe. I was at lost for words. She asked again as she walked towards me. I still couldn't answer her. By the time she walked over to me I managed to get some words out. "Hello, Mistress Julia. Please forgive me for my rudeness," I said, hoping she wouldn't notice the mess behind me. But she did. The look she gave me. I backed him out enough so I could draw breath and then just sat there with his cock in my mouth as his heart rate slowed to normal and he slowly gathered his penis back into his pants. "Wow!" he exclaimed " That almost Hurt!" I just nodded knowingly and wiped my chin off with the tail of my shirt. I made my way out from behind the counter and just hung out browsing around the shop until the clerk was done securing an "Out of Order" booth for me to set up service in. As he came back from the.