It was a hot humid summer afternoon and we already burning for each other inside. As Sharon reached over and gently rubbed my erect penis, my hand slo...ly travelled from her breast to her belly button. Messaging slowly I worked my way down and found the pubic hair line and softly carressed the soft hair. She reached for my hand and said she her period started. I told her that this was good and its okay. I moved in under her panties. I slowly search for her mons while I was thrusting my tongue. "Susan, I'm so sorry. You operated on me like the skilled surgeon you are. Meanwhile, I knew that you were sliced to ribbons, but I didn't do a damned thing about it. Lieutenant, lie down on the sleeping bag," he ordered as he opened up the zipper and spread it out flat on the cave floor.Susan looked at him with an unreadable expression on her face, but then did as he asked. Taking off the combat jacket she lay face down on the sleeping bag. Remembering how she had cleaned his wound, he decided. ’ I eased her tights down over her thighs and slipped them off, tossing them to one side. The big white cotton knickers were stretched tight over her buttocks and I could see the outline of her swollen pussy lips pressing against the fabric. I thought I detected a small damp patch beginning to develop. Too good an opportunity to pass up I fondled her bottom and brushed my finger against the gusset of the panties confirming my suspicion; yes the spanking was making her wet. I resumed the. I’m a hit man. I was just doing my job. No different than the dozens of times I’ve done it before. That’s what I do. Actually I don’t like to refer to myself as a hit man. A thug, maybe. Even a lackey. Not a hit man. Truth be told, I suppose I’m a jack-of-all-trades. Creative problem solver. That’s me. You have an issue, which can’t be resolved within your means, than I’m your man. Have a load of guns or coke you need smuggled into the country, call on me. Assassin for hire, gunrunner, drug.