‘What’s your favorite part?’ ‘The flash, then the boom—it’s nature’s firefight.’ ‘That makes it sound beautiful. They used to scare ...e, when I was alone,’ I said, embarrassed to admit my fear. ‘There’s no reason to be afraid. If you respect the storm and take the right precautions, you should be safe.’ He hadn’t looked at me when he spoke, instead watching the violence outside. Winds whipped at branches and limbs and tore leaves from their stems. Sheets of rain obliterated the barn that housed. I suppose they could have decided that I was hopeless and expendable. They might not care that it was a stupid risk since they were planning to eliminate my model.I thought doing it on my own with my own people was kinda of a cool idea. I couldn't use any of the retired spies or operatives without putting our arrangements in danger. Technically Slyvia wasn't one of us. She had been forced to be a source, She was not an operative in any real sense. I thought I could get away with that one.. She pursed up her lips as if she was going to resist. ‘MMmmph MMMPH GDDMMT’ she muttered through closed lips as my finger followed her mouth from side to side as she turned her head to avoid it. I poked a finger just below her arm into her rib cage and she laughed out loud. ‘Uh huh, that’s it baby…’ I said positioning my finger to her mouth. She opened her lips as if to take it in, leaned forward then stopped. She looked into my eyes and gave an ear to ear smile then grabbed my wrist with. Facing you. You look up at me, over the cincher and up through the valley of my breasts, to the icy expression on my face. You can see the neatly trimmed bush of my sex bisected by the angry red gash of my slavering cunt. I reach down and rub my clitoris. ‘No. This is no good.’ I twist my body round. As I do so, the heel of my shoe catches your cock, twisting it painfully to the side. You gasp. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I slowly and deliberately move my other foot onto your chest, the heel over you.