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the second-floor door. He nodded to the big patrolman with the ram. The man swung back once and drove the ram through the metal door right next to the lock. The door bounced back against the wall.
Inside the room, they saw two women abusing a blonde girl who twisted against her bed. One woman made broad sweeping motions of the wet, wide cleft between the girls legs. The other pulled on the girl's left nipple with her teeth, stretching it away from her breast at least an inch.
All of the men had automatic weapons. The Saltillo police depart used H&K UMP's in .45 caliber. Isaac and his men fired their weapons into the ceiling. The two women ran out of the room. They heard the girl moan and say, "Please. More."
The door on the first floor crashed open as Isaac streamed out of the room. They stood on the landing and waited, guns pointed downstairs. Seven men with drawn guns ran out of the kitchen at the back of the building.
Lt. Guevera and his men broke through the front door at that moment, trapping the seven criminals in a crossfire. All of them were armed except for a man dressed in a white Arab robe with a Kaffiya or headscarf. The six armed men dropped their guns and raised their hands. The Arab man looked feverishly around for a way out.
Sheik Shamir wouldn't find a way out; not only out that building, but out of the American legal system. Becky's testimony was tainted by the drugs she was given. However, the six guards scrambled to be the one who got the lighter sentence for testifying against the Sheik.
The incident produced an interesting side effect. The Desert Venom Clubhouse was taken by the county because it was obtained with the proceeds of a crime. The city administrators sold it to Isaac and Chica, the owners of the former Five Points Clubhouse for a fair price. The property was undervalued because of the neglect of Colt and his men. In two days, it was clean and neat and home to the members of the Five Points MC.
***
Chica had trouble concentrating. The blackmail threat nibbled at her mind. She wanted to concentrate. The man she loved was doing wonderfully loving things to her body. For a man with one arm and a damaged leg, John could move around quickly.
Half an hour earlier, John and Chica had been watching the evening news. John leaned over and kissed Chica's neck. She made a happy sound deep in her throat and he continued. When he'd kissed the left side of her neck completely, he turned the TV off and switched around on the sofa so she was facing him. He worked on the other side of her neck. Chica stretched and leaned to make it easy for him.
When her neck had been kissed enough, John slipped his hand inside her blouse. Chica didn't wear a bra or pants around the house. She would, sooner or later. She wanted her breasts to keep their shape, but for the moment, she wanted to be available for him whenever he wanted.
She felt his hand glide over the skin on her full, heavy breasts. John's hands were roughened through his military service. She felt every coarse spot and callus as he dragged them over her impressive chest. She put her hand on his and guided where she wanted to be touched. Soon her lovely breasts became swollen and sensitive. He centered his attention on her taut nipples until they were tight, little peaks.
He reached under her skirt and stroked her legs. She extended her legs down the sofa, giving him as much of her skin to touch as she could. His hand skimmed over the tender skin on the inside of her thighs. She wanted to grab his hand in hers and pull it more quickly up to her panties. She needed them off and John working on the hot pool of feelings at the top of her thighs. She knew that it would increase her sensation if she waited for him to get there.
Finally, he slipped her panties down her legs and off. She brazenly opened her legs and bent her knees. She bunched her skirt around her waist. Her soft, hidden recess was open to him now. She stroked herself once and said,
Inside the room, they saw two women abusing a blonde girl who twisted against her bed. One woman made broad sweeping motions of the wet, wide cleft between the girls legs. The other pulled on the girl's left nipple with her teeth, stretching it away from her breast at least an inch.
All of the men had automatic weapons. The Saltillo police depart used H&K UMP's in .45 caliber. Isaac and his men fired their weapons into the ceiling. The two women ran out of the room. They heard the girl moan and say, "Please. More."
The door on the first floor crashed open as Isaac streamed out of the room. They stood on the landing and waited, guns pointed downstairs. Seven men with drawn guns ran out of the kitchen at the back of the building.
Lt. Guevera and his men broke through the front door at that moment, trapping the seven criminals in a crossfire. All of them were armed except for a man dressed in a white Arab robe with a Kaffiya or headscarf. The six armed men dropped their guns and raised their hands. The Arab man looked feverishly around for a way out.
Sheik Shamir wouldn't find a way out; not only out that building, but out of the American legal system. Becky's testimony was tainted by the drugs she was given. However, the six guards scrambled to be the one who got the lighter sentence for testifying against the Sheik.
The incident produced an interesting side effect. The Desert Venom Clubhouse was taken by the county because it was obtained with the proceeds of a crime. The city administrators sold it to Isaac and Chica, the owners of the former Five Points Clubhouse for a fair price. The property was undervalued because of the neglect of Colt and his men. In two days, it was clean and neat and home to the members of the Five Points MC.
***
Chica had trouble concentrating. The blackmail threat nibbled at her mind. She wanted to concentrate. The man she loved was doing wonderfully loving things to her body. For a man with one arm and a damaged leg, John could move around quickly.
Half an hour earlier, John and Chica had been watching the evening news. John leaned over and kissed Chica's neck. She made a happy sound deep in her throat and he continued. When he'd kissed the left side of her neck completely, he turned the TV off and switched around on the sofa so she was facing him. He worked on the other side of her neck. Chica stretched and leaned to make it easy for him.
When her neck had been kissed enough, John slipped his hand inside her blouse. Chica didn't wear a bra or pants around the house. She would, sooner or later. She wanted her breasts to keep their shape, but for the moment, she wanted to be available for him whenever he wanted.
She felt his hand glide over the skin on her full, heavy breasts. John's hands were roughened through his military service. She felt every coarse spot and callus as he dragged them over her impressive chest. She put her hand on his and guided where she wanted to be touched. Soon her lovely breasts became swollen and sensitive. He centered his attention on her taut nipples until they were tight, little peaks.
He reached under her skirt and stroked her legs. She extended her legs down the sofa, giving him as much of her skin to touch as she could. His hand skimmed over the tender skin on the inside of her thighs. She wanted to grab his hand in hers and pull it more quickly up to her panties. She needed them off and John working on the hot pool of feelings at the top of her thighs. She knew that it would increase her sensation if she waited for him to get there.
Finally, he slipped her panties down her legs and off. She brazenly opened her legs and bent her knees. She bunched her skirt around her waist. Her soft, hidden recess was open to him now. She stroked herself once and said,
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