I looked the female me over very carefully.The first thing I noticed was that my face appeared rather plain for agirl. It took me a moment to realize ...hat it needed make-up. I lookeddown at the bureau, but saw nothing like what I thought I needed. Istarted looking through drawers. Soon enough I came upon the drawerwhere my mother kept her extra make-up. The tubes, bottles, jars,compacts, pencils, brushes, and boxes were a mystery. I spent quite awhile sorting through them before I got an idea. “Trust me”. I relax more.. and do as you ask. I feel your fingers, gently probing, teasing, as they find their way through my wet folds…my pussy is slick, and hot, wanting you to slip inside me. Gently, you flick your thumb across my clit, and rub it in circles, causing me to moan. Then your tongue is there, licking, lapping up the juices, thrusting in my pussy. I can’t stay still, and I grind my pelvis against you, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue inside me. As if sensing my need,. ’ I waited for him to open the door. As he was opening it I fired a dart into his left arm. The door swung open as he fell backwards. He tried to scream with no avail, he was unconscious before he hit the ground. I was glad that first dart missed me. I tied him up for good measures, and put him and his friend in the bath tub. I stopped to take a piss, then closed the door and moved back into the hall. So far I had not hurt anybody seriously, but I realized that that would change once I met up. He called the bodyguard at the number provided on the profile and made arrangements for him to start immediately. He heard Samantha rustling in the bed behind him and quickly shut down the computer then went to her side while she pushed herself up on the bed to lean against the headboard."Whatcha doin'?" she asked, her voice raspy from sleep."Just checkin' email." What's wrong baby? You're shakin' like a leaf."He pulled her close and hugged her tightly as he spoke quietly, "Alan called here a.