Wilkinson of Cow Lane, maker of the finest blades in London.I spoke to a supercilious member of the staff, who was aghast when I described the knife I...wanted constructed.“We do not make blades for assassins, sir, but for gentlemen.”I bit my tongue and let the man’s insolence pass. Given my requirements for a knife, able to be secreted about my person, it could be supposed I was the former rather than the latter.As I was leaving the establishment, a young man who did not bear the superior air. She surely would become a model and a trophy wife later in life. There were lovely 'girl next door' types, ranging in development from the still girls to a few who were at the blooming stage. Then the plain girl with poker strainght dark hari, who rather made up for her plumpness by already sporting a full bosom. Then the bad girls at the back of the class.I moved onto the meat of the lesson - Discipline. The girls of course had heard rumours, and now it was time to set them straight. I. ‘I’ve known Angela my entire life. She is the reason I’m here and for being such a not guilty party, you made sure to destroy any and all evidence proving otherwise.’ ‘She’s spun web and gotten you entangled in it Reeds,’ Sternigan begins to say but stops as soon as Spencer stands brandishing a pistol. ‘Until I see evidence pointing in a different direction I’m seeing you and the Black List as the enemy. Julie Brannon’s actions were enough prove that. Now feel free to hand that over.’ Angela. You kiss me and I wrap my arms around your neck to pull you in deeper for a more passionate kiss. You begin to move so you are now in between my legs, I stop you to tell you that I am yet a virgin… you smile once more and tell me “I know”. You slide down my body to my pussy and without saying anything you begin to explore and feast on my nether lips. I am squirming now as I feel your tongue in me as well as your fingers… making me wet, so very wet for you. You slide back up and as you do you.