He was very muscular and toned. A small droplet of water clung to his nipple. I imagined myself licking it off. I was still feeling quite horny.'Oh my...God.' I thought to myself. 'You shouldn’t be watching him undress.'I didn’t know if it was the wine, my horniness or my still wet pussy that was making me feel this way. No matter what it was, I was enjoying the feeling.He slid off his pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he stood there in only his boxers. The bulge in the front of his. His mind drifted back to one of his previous missions, with a different organization. The last female he had procured for enslavement had also been taken from her home. However it wasn’t necessary to wait for two transporters to arrive.His m.o. had been similar to the current one. Using the pretense of burglary, he had forced his victim to strip, and she was spread eagled with handcuffs, on her back to her bed. For fifteen minutes he had his way with her before breaking the news that she was. I determined to pull him from his depressing reverie with fair science, our natural calling. Clearing my throat, I said in a businesslike way, ‘Sir, I’d greatly appreciate some assistance with a most troubling item that I am indebted to address this morning, as relates to my charge from the Order, Miss Lillian, and some rather nonconforming behavior exhibited that needs rectifying.’ ‘Truly? Miss Lillian you say?’ ‘Indeed. Her transgression,’ and on this word his bushy eyebrows elevated visibly,. Drunk and full of lust, I lean against him and let him pull me out the door, all the while feeling him. The cool night air slightly tugs me out of my drunken state, but nowhere near completely. I am expecting him to call a cab, taking us to his place but instead he changes directions, away from the streets, and we are consumed by the darkness of an alleyway. Before I can realize where we are he wraps his arms around me and passionately kisses me. Soon all I can sense are his lips against mine.