Every bit of boyishness left not onlyher face but her posture too. She didn't think she was a twelve-year-old boy anymore, she was a thirty-nine-year...old woman. Her name wasn'tJustin her name was Karen and she could remember everything that hadhappened to her. She knew who had done it to her and she was lookinginto the face of her tormentor, Patty.There were so many emotions going through her mind she couldn't decidewhich to express, consciously or even subconsciously. She settled onusing. Her parents got a very good price: Agathe is a rare beauty - average height, pretty face, green eyes, light brown hair, an lithe, nubile body with ample breasts, not too big, but not flat-chested by any means.For three weeks she was a good wife. She enjoyed the benefits of being married to a rich merchant, and paraded around town on his arm. She organised the servants cooking and cleaning, took charge of the house, and most importantly allowed her husband to fuck her whenever he wanted. Being a. Next thing I see three guys walking out of the smoke and carnage like they owned the place.Well, the truth was they did and damn if not, a one had even a scratch on him. Dust dirt and sweat yeah but not even any blood from the enemy. And they were spooks Civilian Agents not any of the three letter ones you think of either. Black Ops didn’t have shit on these guys. The leader of the group was a tall man I remember his code name when he called for a MEDEVAC for us.He simply said, “This is Eagle I. They found themselves in a deserted alley behind the club. Nobody was around, nobody would have even seen them from the street even if they had been looking. He pushed her up against the cold brick wall of the club and lifted her leg under his hand. As they kissed she hungrily reached down and unzipped his pants. His lips kissing her neck, her shoulders then he pulled part of her crop top down, exposing her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth and licked it, sucking it into his mouth, his.