He touched his M9, the 9mm Beretta on his belt, and then touched the 1911A1 45 ACP Colt in his shoulder holster. The M9 was his service issued weapon,...but it didn't have the stopping power of the Colt. Jihadists didn't always stop when hit with 9mm bullets. If he tagged one with the 45, he went down. If the tag was anyplace other than the hand, he stayed down.Allen swiped his card again to gain access to the residence wing, his eyes never still. He paid particular attention to his peripheral. Just... there... " she panted. Putting my cock back in her mouth. Our moans were muffled by our oral ministrations.After a while my tongue was getting sore with licking her pussy when suddenly a stream of liquid squirted from her pussy filling my open mouth and overflowing on to the floor. She ground her ass on to my face and released a second squirt of liquid. My head was now in a large pool of her juices on the floor. She crawled off me her face now resting on the floor as her sexy bubblebutt. She has sent me a series of revealing photos of herself, and one with her hubby and a group of friends at a restaurant. My favorite photo was her rear end up on the bed, ready for a big dick to be shoved up her ass. I smile as I imagine my hard cock buried in there.I walk across the room to retrieve my case, opening it to check that I have everything I need. I survey the assortment of dildos, cuffs, and some nylon rope. Satisfied, I close my case and head for the door. Twenty minutes later, I’m. Now she kinda wished she’d known and had that excuse. ‘What are you looking at?’ Diana’s voice seemed loud in the silent room, and Allison lifted her finger to her lips as she leaned back to show her friend the pages of pain and pleasure. ‘Roger’s here,’ she said softly. Diana raised her eyebrows, ‘Don’t tell me he’s finally gotten over his thing about having sex when I’m home.’ her voice was just as soft now. Allison snorted, ‘Hardly,’ she shivered a little as her friend’s hands rested on her.