Bart responded, “Someone came out. Handled, but don’t dawdle in there.”My job was to continue scanning the scene from a further back perspective...Everything was quiet, again, but everyone was tensing with the realization that the rising sun would mean more men would be awakening.Then, “Target has been secured. Two women secured with cuffs and gags. Retrieving data. Ready for us in two minutes.”The mission parameters were to minimize the kills, when at all possible. That was good by me, except my. But shifted her gaze back to Gina who nowturned over raising her ass high and opening her legswider for a full display of her wares. The girls washot in every way. “What do you think Angela? Is she not beautiful?”Angela could not take her gaze off the young girldespite her being uncomfortable with such photos.“Yes she is very beautiful.”Gina reached back and spread her pussy lips openshowing her pink insides that were dripping wet fromher own excitement. The photographer. He took the bejeweled clamps between his teeth one at a time, and deftly removed them, letting them slide between my tits down to my belly button. Then he began to work his magic on my nipples. His mouth teased and sucked and nibbled until I was moaning and rolling my head from side to side in a frenzy, actually close to cumming.Then he moved further down. I pulled my knees up high to present my cunt to him, and immediately felt his hot tongue between my lips. He pressed it inside me as deep as. He scooted closer so he could look atthe diary too, the page of name tags clenched forgotten in his hand."Apparently, he was something of a peeping tom. The first few entriestalk about how watching through windows just wasn't doing it for himanymore, that the thrill of watching other people do it just wasn'tenough. He wanted to be able to experience the sex and still be avoyeur. That was where the name tags came in. All he had to do waswrite someone's name down on one of them and slap it.