> Some local officers dutifully recorded irrelevant information — model, caliber, country of origin, name of importer. Not very useful without a ser...al number.> Even the application of the identification information required by the Gun Control Act of 1968 varied — stamped, engraved, cast, laser-scribed, etc. The size and depth of the numbers and letters fluctuated too.I started my eye-straining, brain-draining mission with federal weapons seizures. Like those ghost guns found in the Gunther. I was still Berry. Still the fuck toy, the piece of meat. I wanted to be ruined some more.-slipped off the bar onto my bare, cum stained feet. They stopped, milled around uncertainly.And then I sank to my knees like the obedient little whore I was. “Would you like me to open my mouth?” I murmered.And they grinned like sharks. “Not yet,” said Owner.They circled around me, muttering to one another. I waited. Couldn’t rush them.Their cocks came out, small and slack. I waited.Laughter.Then- piss.. I again started smooching and this time, she opened her mouth for my tongue and started tongue war. Saliva is dripping from her chin. I licked her chin, lips, and tongue and we broke. Wow it was the longest smooch I had. I pulled her saree and tried to take her blouse.She held my hand and said ” don’t be hurry honey ! We have 5 more days time”. And she again started to kiss my lips. We both enjoyed smooching than anything. Later I took her in my arms and went to the bedroom and made her lie on. It smelled of apricots and had lots of alcohol. I sipped it and found it sweet. Audrey sipped hers as Irene settled back in her chair and folded her legs under her.“You play very well.” I said.Irene smiled and said, “And you are very loose with your flattery. I don’t practice much these days, no time. Audrey plays wonderfully, she is quite gifted.”Audrey blushed and looked down but didn’t refute her. I turned to Audrey and asked, “Do you play guitar as well.”Audrey looked at me and said,.