"Sylvia Porter I presume," he said."Yes, are you the Benny the burglar?" I asked."It's as good a name as any," he said. Probably Bob the Briefer would...be better though. I bear a message from the Swamp." Oh and what would that be?" I asked."We have a contract to rescue a child," he said. "The Colonel thought you might want in on it." How could you spare time to come here and try to recruit me, if it's a rescue. I always thought a rescue was a situation that was time sensitive," I commented."We. We didn’t want to loose the hard earned cock!Before the proposed day we (myself and she) discussed things in detail. We both agreed for a whole body massage and cunt licking for her. I gave her the freedom to decide then, whether to fuck or not. If at all she decided to fuck, should use a condom. And she shouldn’t be doing blowjob! I went to a shop and bought a bottle of massage oil and a pack of condom.Just as we planned, the masseur caught a bus to our town and called me reaching the bus. I eased my mouth down on her gently taking her clit into my mouth.I heard her gasp as my lips first touched her. Her clit seemed to swell even more and became harder as I alternated sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I could feel the juices flowing freely out of her. They were sweet, fresh and smelled wonderful. She was really enjoying the attention I was giving her pussy as her moans were increasing, her hips moving up and down to match my tongue movements. I reached both hands under her. I was fooling around with her in the theatre. Her boobs were taut and her nipples quivered by my touch. Then I smelt her musty smell emanating from her pussy which I always smelled on our bed after a wild fuck night. After that many times, I found out she was horny and wet in her twat while outside she seemed very normal.I observed that she likes partial nudity of men with muscles. Her eyes like tracing groins under their pants or lungis or whatever. So I had started to whisper into her dirty.