Do you understand what I’m talking about, Bobby?” “Yes, Miss Janine.” “You’re a big enough boy for that to happen, aren’t you, Bobby?”...“Yes, I am, Miss Janine.” I barely made out his whisper. “Then be sure it doesn’t occur!” With that I resumed the spanking. I put a little wrist action in, flicking the tips of my fingers across the pale cheeks. Bobby squirmed, his cockhead bobbing against me. “Does this hurt a bit more, little boy?” “Yes, Miss Janine, it stings!” “But not nearly enough to make. “Long enough for my panties to get wet watching you.” “Here, I need a signature for this.” She said, handing me a fat letter envelope and the little signature computer. “Sorry to have interrupted. Carry on.” She said with a smile turning to leave. How could I resume now. I put my wet panties in my purse and waited for the call. I couldn’t help thinking about what had happened. My God, what if I had been caught by a fellow employee. Or worse yet, my boss, the Bible thumping,. In the morning to 2:30 a.m. the next morning. I told the producer never to call me again."She shook her head sadly."He was angry at me," she continued. "Like it was anyone's fault but his that this happened. Hell, I was the only one on time. I sat there with the director for almost two hours before the next person arrived. It was horrible. I will think long and hard about doing a feature with that many performers again unless I have some say in who is cast." So, who is coming out?" Rachelle. The Hitman was a perfectionist and had successfully carried out over twenty hits for various organizations and even private citizens since he took up his profession. He didn't ask questions regarding morality or even ask why a mark had to be taken out. If a client met his price then he took the contract. Contracts were sent to him through a mailing service that could never be traced to him; he had the mail delivered to dead drops and never met his clients face to face.If he accepted a contract.