It was a messenger from the MOD. Now I would imagine this poor guy is rarely the bearer of good news, and this occasion was no different. My dad had b...en killed, a roadside bomb in Afghanistan had taken out the Toyota Landcruiser he'd been driving. There was no explanation of why he was in Afghanistan.The messenger confirmed off the record that my dad worked for SIS, commonly known as MI6, but he wouldn't elaborate further. So I was kind of right, he was a spy, and quite possibly an assassin.I. Each took a turn grinding their cocks against Brent's ass while reaching around and fondling his small breasts, squeezing them and whispering in his ear how much they enjoyed bouncing his firm, little tits. They would place their hands under his breasts and bounce them up and down. They still hurt as he was not used to having breasts. When they finished playing with his breasts and had agreed his head and face were clear and without stubble, they checked out his arms and legs running their. Aoife's mouth melted into a wide, artless smile; she had me, she knew it, and she loved it.Slowly raising herself up and brushing her treacle hair along my chest, she stood before me with her legs wide, the lily-white beauty of her body just inches from my hungry senses. Her sight and smell enveloped me, I could hear her fast breaths between the low beats of the music. Taking one purposeful stride forward she pushed me back into my chair and lowered herself onto my desperate cock. I felt the. Without that utility belt, it was going to be pure chance that he was found. Could his captor have already left, abandoning him here. If that was the case, he might never be found.That morbid concept was suddenly interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the roof. Followed by the appearance of a dark form at the edge of the skylight.“Batman?” Robin whispered under his breath.Half of the old style skylight opened and the shadowy figure dropped into the room. With a catlike grace the.