This machine pistol could fire from inside the case through a small hole, using a hidden trigger mechanism. Andrew could only ask himself what kind of...man was this. Peter made a wry comment as he placed the large machine pistol, complete with silencer, on the table beside the revolver. ‘I don’t know why you bother with a water pistol. This is a gun.’ Leaving the two to contemplate the arsenal for a moment, he walked to the balcony to stare down at the ferries and to think. Then, as if satisfied. He had short buzzcut brown hair, with light brown eyes anda dazzling smile. Of course, he had on a slightly tight business suitoutfit on, which Jane could notice his athletic male body, with whitedress shirt, navy business jacket, khaki slacks and dark business shoes.Marc walked up to the two, and remarked, "Well Diana, it has been awhile....and you must be Jane, right?" flashing a clean gentlemanlysmile as he shook hands with Jane. Maybe a bit too eagerly, Jane figuredbut he seemed nice. ." I laughed and offered her to join me if she wanted, which no sooner had I offered than was she disrobing and climbing in with me. Her body was more mature, she was a junior so age was a given headstart. Full C-cup breasts topped with puffy pinky nipples, slender body, not sickingly so, she still retained georgeous curves, her pussy was trimmed into a triangle patch on her pussy mound, everywhere else was smooth, just mouthwatering. She grabbed a sponge and added a little vanilla scented. ”“Go on,” Henry replied, “I still owe you a couple of favours, I’ve done well from some of your referrals.”“You may have seen on the lunchtime news that an old gentleman has been arrested in connection with the shooting of a policeman at a café first thing this morning?”“Yes, I did hear that. Didn’t know that you were involved though. What do you want me to do?”“Could I employ you to represent him and get the man freed on bail? He was only doing me a favour. He didn’t shoot the policeman, I.