They were bringing tanks from Ft. Hood.Raymond was teaching Roald how to assist him in firing our AT4. It was, in essence, a small rocket launcher. We...had eleven of them, but Raymond wasn't confident enough that anyone could be trained to use the weapon effectively in a dry-firing situation like ours. His plan was to use the weapon himself, with Roald's assistance, firing from the roof of Brooke. "What I hear, this is a pretty good weapon -- even against a tank," Raymond said. "Anyhow, it's the. . help?”“No, sir, I doubt it. You might get some ... thing ... back, but I’m sure, in my heart, the kindest treatment you could give them would be a quick and painless death.”He decided to ask the question.“Did you ever think about trying to kill him?”“Often, sir. But ... I’m ashamed ... I was never willing to die in the attempt. Even if I’d succeeded, I wouldn’t have survived him by more than a few moments.”He heard her slump into the chair across the desk from him, and her quiet sobs brought. Martin slowly moved off of her to the side of her body and reached down between her legs to feel her swollen clit with his fingers. He rubbed her clit tenderly at first and then harder as she began to wiggle and squirm from his touch. Her breath came out more ragged until finally she shuddered and moaned and the thick liquid from her opening wet his hand.Martin grinned and kissed her; snuggling close to her and holding her against him. Claudia gripped his shoulders and looked up into his eyes. Someone picked up our beers and poured them both over my head and tossed the bottles away. Inga was picked up and roughly thrown down on the table. Two of the rough looking biker chicks that were with these guys grabbed Inga's arms and held her down and the men started pulling their cocks out.The two men that had come over and started it all went first. One of them bent down and stuck his fat tongue into her and licked her pussy a couple of times. With that little bit of lubrication he placed.