Margo shrieked, but her protest was silenced when Kevin slapped her ass cheek, leaving a red palm print on her skin. "Aaah!" You be quiet now," Kevin ...issed.He began stroking his fingers past her moistened pussy. It was hungry for a good hard cock. He could tell. But what he planned for that afternoon would not require her pussy. He instead lined his dick up with her ass, pressed firmly against it, and plunged his cock into her bowels."Aaaaargh! Nooo!" Margo screamed.She couldn't believe it.. Expected. There was little realisticway around that, Monica thought, and warnings and nondisclosuresaside, Kelly Latham must have known that would happen. We'll deal withthat later though."Because we don't want you driving, and the learning curve is steep -more learning the idiosyncrasies of the people you'll be dealing withmore than hard technical knowledge - we're pairing you with BrettFrasier until you get a handle on the job. Brett's reliable, a bittalky, but importantly outside the NDA.. Theyoung cunt wanted me to see these, they were right by the damn sink. Christ. The panties were limp, and moist with a warm dampnesswhen I picked them up. I couldn't put them down, even though I knew I should have. They were so soft, slightly yellowed in the crotchwere the girl had sweat between her tight thighs. I could smell the heady mixture of perspiration and a woman's hot musk emanating fromthe crotch of the panties, and I nearly passed out when I bent and inhaled the stink. I sat down. Here we were, in a foreign land committing sins which would have made every Christian heart cringe with disgust. Yet, we were doing it in the name of our God. Our Pope had ordered us to go forth and kill in His name. Thou shalt not kill. Was that not the foremost commandment? The more I thought of why I was here, the less sense it made. My thoughts were interrupted by a sound of metal striking skin. I flinched momentarily. She was soon by my side, her sword dripping blood. ‘I said a prayer for.