.. dothey really fight bad guys?" His friends gave him a brief scowl, butturned their attention to Rose for her answer. "Well... yes. They have fought...kidnappers, bombers, assassins," sheshuddered at the reminder of the events in the basement. "and the like.But mostly, they like to help people. Like when they rescued a littlegirl who was hurt in an industrial accident." They were impressed. Then they got down to more practical issues. "How much do they train together?" "What is their. She was looking in my direction, but not really looking at me. She kept breathing, moaning lightly, and grunting as he fucked her as hard as a person could. I watched as she braced herself against his assault, pushing back slightly against his pounding.The man had been fucking her like this for what seemed like forever and he showed no sign of letting up or slowing down. He seemed to be like a fucking machine. His face was red and dripping in sweat as he slammed my wife over and over again.. I noticed his cock in his own hand. I hadn't noticed him pullit out. It was a beauty a perfect cut 7 " or so. In between one of hissucks he wet his finger with his mouth and reached around to my bud. Hepushed in slowly soon adding a second finger to join the first, nevertaking his mouth off my swollen dick. I spread my legs as wide as I couldbe that my pants were still around my ankles. I whispered loudly "fuckme, please... fuck me!" Without saying a word he stood up and turned mearound placing. He said, "You know what the guns are supposed to do better than anyone else, so you strike Me as being the one to supervise their manufacture."Remember, you don't have to design the manufacturing machinery yourself, you only have to make sure that the finished product is what you ordered. There are members of my staff who are specialists in finding the best people for difficult jobs. They can do your recruiting for you, and you only have to approve who they find."As to where the manufacturing.