"James, you're working late. Are my figures ready yet?" Vanessa's voicewas calm and assured."Well, yes, I've just finished them." I managed to say."Ok...y, well I'm still here too so e-mail them to me and come to myoffice so I can see if they are alright."I wanted to protest but the phone had already gone dead. I quickly e-mailed the figures and walked around the building to Vanessa's office.It was in the executive part of the building and I had always wonderedhow Vanessa had managed to wangle an. Nobody was willing to design and build a belt feeder for it and guarantee any success. While filling out the forms for a Class III firearms license (anything that fires a 20mm round is considered a destructive device and requires a very expensive license in the U.S.) I looked at various weapons that fired a 20x102mm round. I hit on a weapon that came out roughly the same time as the Vulcan electric Gatling gun did. It was called the M39. It was either gas or electric powered and used a belt. ” He then became a little angered and grabbed the back of my head and forced it on his dick. “You like that you little bitch! Suck my dick you little faggot!” he yelled at me. He began slamming his dick in my mouth and the more he did it, the more I liked it. I liked it to the point where I was willingly sucking his dick for my own pleasure. “ Aw yeah suck my dick you bitch, suck it!” I started sucking harder and faster trying to push myself to the point where I could take no more. “Oh fuck!”. In moments Charles's ankles and wrists were cuffed, now even if he wanted to, he couldn't leave. Now in complete control Bridget got off him and watched as he struggled on her king-sized bed. He wiggled about trying to get free, still scared. "Oh shut up," she said and went through her nightstand again. She pulled out a ball gag, in the shape of a penis of course, and wrapped it around Charles's head securing it tightly. "Ah! Much better!" Charles began biting on the gag, but now it was.