Looking away from Candy's pretty face, Sir turns his attention to her breasts, still faintly glowing red and tingling from his earlier discipline stro...es."Hmm, you look good with red titties -- let's see how red can we get them!" Sir then begins to spank Candy's tits, each blow pulling a little gasp from her, muffled by the plug in her mouth. Sir's blows rain down -- from the left, the right, and from above. At one point, Sir pulls one of Candy's nipples, stretching it taut, lifting her breast. I close my eyes and imagine it's her finger in my mouth. I get a little tingle at the thought of her fingers in me. No. Too soon for that. I open my eyes again. Rinse. Ah, minty-fresh! I spot her perfume on the shelf. One spritz into the air and I walk into the fine mist. Mmmm. It reminds me of her. I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it's way between hers. My warmth against her. Things were looking good until Angie got the nod for a job that was more like a massacre than a simple hit job.A professional hit was almost always against one target and rarely against two targets. The two target hits were usually a husband and wife deal, or a pair of brothers or sisters and sometimes even a parent and a child. This job called for six targets to be wiped out at the same time and it positively had to look like an accident because they were all witnesses for the prosecution in a. Talking with Nick as I unloaded the groceries you invited them over to the campfire for a while. Knowing we don't have that many friends to begin with I look forward to some conversation. After all the goceries were put away, I made the fire, stacking it so it would be nice and warm as the evening temperatures started to dip. You broke open the alcohol and made yourself a pina colada and some nachos. I just sat there with my blue balls waiting for some relief, and by god I was going to get.