I ran my lips over her cheek and neck, and then I slowly moved my hand up to the top of the robe, and then down to her breast. I brushed my hand aroun... the mound, and then I palmed it and began stroking. I caressed it with the palm of my hand and rubbed the nipple with my thumb.I felt her breasts growing warmer by the second. Her nipples were rigid and stuck up firm like pellets.She moved her head around, stroking my cheek with hers. Her breath was almost hot now.I briskly rubbed the breast. I. He was carrying a club and a knife, so it was easy to tell that he was up to no good. Rachel's bullet hit the man in the chest, but, as expected, it did nothing but annoy him.Nevertheless, that was enough warning for me to hit him in the throat with my flattened fist. I crushed his windpipe, and the man collapsed to the floor. "Quick, Rachel, we have to escape. That shot would wake the dead! Follow me, but keep your gun handy."I took my double-barreled pistol in my right hand and capped both. “it was good how was yours?” I replied, terror nearly stealing my voice. “Mine was great!” he said, “I found a pretty interesting folder on your computer.” My face felt like it was on fire. He then reached for my door and undid the stopper, closing it behind him.“um, oh? W-what folder?” I asked, my voice shaking.He pulled up and chair and sat across from my desk. Fuck, I thought, im about to get fucking fired!“oh I bet you know which folder, but it was called “logs” but it definitely wasn’t the. He was a handsome man, about 45-50 and flashed a big smile once he saw me and knew that he could be helpful. He took a couple of steps towards my car and rested a pair of big hands on the open window and looked at me. His eyes started at my face, but before he said a word I watched his eyes discreetly look downward all the way down to my feet and back up to my face. “You know young lady, you should know how to fill up a tire when it needs air, especially if you are travelling by yourself. But.