"-------------------------------------------------------------------------It had been a week since Eraldan had submitted his report to his boss. Ithad...been an odd week, for sure. He found that the tasks he had been givenwere out of the ordinary, approving a few classified projects, even. Butthe strangest part was that his boss hadn?t shown up at all. He wasbeginning to be worried that something had happened to him after lookinginto the scheme for him.He arrived home from work, opening the front. They're dead. Cut a vampire and it isn't going to bleed to death. Cut a werewolf and it will bleed. You'll want to be careful of that blood, because if your bare skin touches it, the next thing you know, you'll be one of them."There are a few werewolves who've managed to control their lust for human flesh. You'll know it if you ever meet one."But the bottom line is that vampires don't have souls and werewolves rarely do." So, I'm not a judge of the living, I'm the executioner of those already. It was after dark and there was no one there. Nothing.The directions simply said that I would find further instructions when I got there. I got out, knocked on the door, tried it (it was locked), looked around for messages, and thought about yelling, but frankly out in the woods alone there, I was too frightened to yell. Finally when I got back in the car, I noticed a bag in the back seat that I didn't recognize, and sure enough, inside was a note along with some items that let me know. Taking my cue, she began grinding her crotch over mine, rubbing up and down over my aching cock. As she dry-humped me, my hands found their way under her sweatpants and panties and explored her bare ass. Soon Fatima began to groan as her hips began to quiver and shake as she climaxed. Her grinding slowly ground to a halt. I pushed her off of me and onto her back. I leaned in and kissed her ass my hand began groping her tits. I started moving my lips lower and lower, kissing her chin, then her.