Where had she learned to do that? It was almost as if she had practiced it.She left them on the seat beside her.I tapped a spot on the table, beside m... glass. "Not there, here."I thought I was challenging her, but she surprised me when they fell from her open fist onto the table. They were black, just like she had said, and they were now a slowly expanding ball of wadded lace, resting in front of me by my drink."And the rest?" I asked."The rest?" Yes. The rest of what you have on under that. Oh well, if there was a silver lining, it was that they had helped him shoot attackers when he was making his escape. With a grid of stationary symbols spread out across his field of vision, he had been able to use many of the symbols as crosshairs, or even laser scopes. Damn, he had shot a lot of guards and prisoners ... He couldn't even remember how many people he had killed ... What had he become? Turning his attention back to Christi, he opened the door and graciously accepted the. Anxiously, he took the cartridge out and put it in the machine and with a couple of adjustments the image slowly materialized on the giant screen. There was a knock on the door."Clay, darling, are you here?" Nina asked softly."Yes, baby, hang on for a second."The tape was wound into the machine now and the figures were clearly visible and identifiable. He opened the door to admit his wife.Nina was carrying a shaker of martinis and two glasses. Clay gratefully accepted one from her and kissed. She moved her hand into my pants and stroked my cock. "Peter, I think we should start the lessons now" I unzipped her dress and she took it off, folding it neatly and laying it on the back of the couch. She asked me to unhook her bra. I stood in front of her, and when I got the latch undone, her bare breasts fell out onto my bare chest. We kissed again while she unbuckled my pants. "Sit down please Peter and let me help you with your shoes and jeans." I sat on the couch, watching the.