Tara looked directly at Sasha, and then turned back to the laptop and flicked her hair haughtily. “Oh, but I wouldn't want poor Sasha to have nothin... on in the city,” Tara responded, “not when a good pair of handcuffs and nipple clamps would so beautifully bring out the slutiness within.” Tara smiled at Sasha sweetly. The voice waited a few moments for each others' words to settle in, and then proceeded on. “Well, we certainly don't want to disappoint our clients, although to be fair we should. And, frankly, I probably wouldn’t even wake up if someone ran through a whole magazine in full auto as long as it was an M-16 and I was tired. An AK-47, now, if I hear that I’ll probably jump out of bed and dive for shelter.”“Right. Any idiot can look at a gun and say ‘That’s an AK’ or ‘That’s a 16’. Very few men can identify them by sound. You’ve been in firefights and you know the difference. So, on to what I need help with. First, some background and I know that this won’t make any sense and. He grabbed his chair and brought it over to Cindy. He sat down beside her, and realized she was squinting hard, she was fighting the urges even then, and he was never so sure in the vision God had given him. He reached out and grabbed a hand of Cindy's and led her in a long prayer, asking for God's guidance and for God to be gentle and kind to such a wonderful servant as Cindy. Cindy gripped his hand hard, and slight tears were emerging from her eyelids. Don't worry Cindy, I will make you. I am twenty seven years old, not currently in a relationship, consider myself attractive, that is five three, 34c, size eight, short blonde hair, not skinny, just curvy in the right places. I am not going to let my birthday slide, I have been shopping for a new outfit to wear to my local bar this evening, it is a simple red silk shift dress, wickedly short, and it skims over my body, new underwear, again red a tiny lace thong that just covers my lips, no VPL with this for sure, and my.