I watched the muscles in his arm moving under tattoo covered skin, as he lifted it to sweep his black and blonde, greying slowly in the sides, hair ba...k off of his face. That face. It was a treasure to me. Dark eyes, dark brows, greying hair on his chin and upper lip. And of course the thing that grabbed everyone’s attention, the scar on his right cheek. It was noticeable, and probably bad if you weren’t for that sort of thing, but I always thought it just made him look hard, and sexy. And. One lady was disgusted and threatened to call the police. She said one of the guys wants her to go to his room. I reminded her that she didn't really know him and I didn't feel safe. she said I was welcome to go back with them as long as I sat in the living room while she fucked him. We agreed and she went with him while I followed. We got there and she stripped in the living room and was tearing his clothes off as I watched. he was 18 and it was his parents home. They were in the Caribbean on. They could use their night vision scope to check traffic on the road. Not that there was much of it. The target arrived about 21.30hrs in a Jaguar. Both teams were on a special radio frequency for this op, so when Jonty let the ops room know, we could hear the transmission. Derek was on the gun at the time and I was keeping our log so I dutifully recorded the event. Derek and I swapped tasks, (to keep ourselves alert and awake), so I was on the gun when Jonty called in my wife's car. He’s twitching violently beneath my fingers; veins of blood and cum pulsing almost uncontrollably. I squeeze harder, feel him spasm, feel the pressure of his cum beneath my fingers, and find a trickle of juices oozing from his head. I lap up his offering, dribble my tongue across him, ensure he’s clean, shimmering, presentable and slide my soaking wet mouth down his length until I can feel him twitching against the entrance to my throat.It feels wonderful having my mouth filled. He tastes musty.