"Our instructor here is getting a little sweaty, which actually is good since it'll give us a more real-life simulation of how the conditions would be... when you are in a situation like this. When you are having sex with the assassin, you will both likely be sweating and slick, so you should try and anticipate what this will be like."All Maria could see were hard dicks points sticking out at her, since she was in the middle of what looked like a circle jerk, kneeling on the floor. She was just. I went to the gun rack in the hall. We had a few hunting riffles in there and a couple old collector pistols that my Dad had given to me to protect them from the proceedings when he divorced my mother. Damn it, I remembered that I kept the key in my wife’s jewelry chest in the bedroom. Crap, maybe I won’t be able to complete my plan after all. Maybe I could just break the glass, but it would warn them and the ammo is in a separate part of the case and I wouldn’t be able to get it. Crap, maybe I. Red Burgundy wine. She looked down at her feet. There was Wiggy. Old Faithful. She went to the couch, and plopped into it, being careful not to spill the wine. Old Faithful Wig was right there with her, sitting next to her, waiting patiently for a rub.She took a good sip, and said, "What are we gonna do, Wig? The party is tonight. Where am I gonna get a new costume in time? Shit, I can't go as I did last year, as a corked-faced hobo. I'd be laughed out of town... again!" She giggled at Wiggy,. ’Vickie was teasing him, she was in desperate hopes she’d get a hard enough pounding that it would warrant the use for the hat’s protection. There wasn’t much in this empty construction site for the two of them to get comfortable on. So Vickie lay her back against a half finished concrete support pillow, the metal strengthening rods twisted around it’s base and were left exposed and in a handy enough shape for her to step on. The rods were perfect to raise her ass height and spread her legs to.