.I had a price on my head, and did my best to make sure I was safe and secure.There was just one thing I didn't count on, however, and that was the bo...ses of the agency hiring a skilled assassin like no other to take me out.Her name, Anali Cintova.Her victims are innumerable to measure.She always gets her target.No law has ever caught up to her,with many claiming that she's just a myth or urban legend.That's how good at her job she is.She had a very peculiar way of killing her targets, which I. He took my hard, throbbing dick in his hand and began to slowly, softly, stroke me. I was gone, totally lost. His touch was so purposeful, so loving and passionate, nothing like any of the girls I had known before. Nothing had ever felt better. I can still remember my arm over my eyes and the feeling of him leaning over, pressingup against me and licking around the head of my cock. My head was spinning, my breathing short and quick. Feeling his lips slide down and engulf my hard on, I will. A chill ran down my spine as the basement lights flickered and oldpipes started banging. When the lights came back on they flickeredagain and I swore I saw a man in a trench coat standing in the corner.I swallowed and blinked and the man was gone. I tried to make sure Ilooked like nothing had happened. "What's the history of this place andits ties to crime syndicates?"Mary led me back upstairs as she told me the tales of how the hotel hadbeen a magnet for mob meetings. "Not too many people. In fact, the claim to the title was dubious, at best.She was sitting at a table alone after the other couples had all departed to their happy homes. She was not feeling particularly depressed, just a little down after not being asked to dance by the clueless males in attendance. The presence of Master Poundbottom came to her attention when he emitted a rather loud snore with his head resting uncomfortably on the stained tablecloth. The very first thing she noticed besides the obvious trim.