"What are you doing?" Brad asked, chuckling, "I thought you wanted to do me first." "Yea I do, but I want to see your face while I do it," so not quie... sure what I thought of this I flip onto my back and watched as brad got up onto the bed, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and moved his cock towards my ass hole. Then without warning he pushed his cock against my hole with quite a lot of force, causing me to yelp with pain and for him to stop. He then lowered my legs, got off the bed and ran. He left a note that we were expected back in California in time to defuse his press release. I don't believe the press secretary wants to run with the news item Cole left to be inserted the president's press conference prompts." Damn it, Mark, what did he do?" Rachel's patience had worn thin.Mark laughed, In two short paragraphs, he informed them that he had a copy of the president's agreement to give Consuela Mendoza amnesty for any past crimes if they became public." That Mendoza bunch seems. There was something... something about... 3F..."Ladies and Gentlemen, we will now begin boarding rows one through six, please come up to the terminal with your boarding pass. Rows one through six please."Seat 3F... you were on a plane... You sit up suddenly and scan around you. There's nobody else on the beach, you see no signs of anything in the water like a crashed plane. You look down at yourself and your clothes are... fine? That makes no sense, aside from being wet they are perfectly clean. Most of the time, putting the weapon in a holster or stuffing it down inside your pants, smears or wipes off any prints that might be on the slide. Frequently, there will be prints on the ammunition, but whoever loaded the weapon apparently wanted his ammo to be clean of any gun oil, or maybe prints. Anyway, the ammo was clean of everything — including prints. That weapon was far cleaner than the others in the room. Registration doesn't seem to exist for it, but we think that Hanes might have.