A group of science club geeks gawked as their heads moved with her walk, while a group of Goth girls watched her in disgust. She ignored them as she w...lked past them, on her way to her next class. She didn’t ignore the good-looking boy sitting on the picnic bench with his other two friends though. Tawnya pulled up her purse to her shoulder and winked at the guys as they stared at her swishing hips and bouncing breasts. She smiled to herself as she passed them. Since Tawnya had come to Piedmont. Not the whole building, mind you, just one corner of it. Walking into the place it seemed very nice, rustic and artistic and modern all at once. I found the receptionist and she told me to go to room 5. I went down the hall and found the room with no problem. Typical massage room but nicely appointed. The music was modern but relaxing. I sat on the table and a few seconds later the masseur came in. He was muscular and blond. Not surfer boy type but a nice farmer boy type. Very friendly he. I nibbled on her nipple and pushed my tongue against it. Nancy let out a yip and an “ooo”. She began moving up and down on my rod bringing me back to full erection inside her. She puffed out a small breath each time she went down. I could tell she was close to her climax and did all I could to hold off. I looked over at Crystal. She was watching with a combination of interest, impatience, and desire. She licked her lips and was playing with her pussy to keep her excitement up since my hand had. As Dimitri packed to go home he thought, how many had he killed in his life? One thousand, Two...? he'd lost count. Most, he had no idea why they were targeted, they were just assignments. In his fifteen years as the KGB's top assassin, they'd never told him why. After the fall of the Soviet Union, Dimitri moved back to his native Ukraine. He quit the trade for a while, but legitimate work was hard to find, so he started to work as a freelance assassin. He thought that, maybe, he could save.