I picked up my duffel bag and went into the elevator to start my life as an agent, as a Female for Hire, for assassination that is. ********** I met ...raig at my new car, he had to show me where my apartment was. We arrived outside a very swanky apartment block, he took my duffel bag and my hand as we walked to the door. I put my key in the lock and I felt like I was lost, all I have known for the past two years is The Agency. I walked inside and squeezed his hand, Im scared, Craig. I let go of. " she finally said as she wept openly. I opened the door and stood to the side to let her in. She rushed in gratefully and I watched as her cute butt cheeks bounced in the cold hard light of the stairwell. Once she was inside I closed the door and she rushed over to hug me. I pushed her away. She looked up at me in surprise. I slapped her. She recoiled in shock. "Do not look at me bitch," I ordered her. She looked away fearfully and confused. "You will look down at the floor. " "Sorry Miss Pringle", Nulinda answered with a touch of fear clearly evidentin her voice. "It is not I to whom you should apologise, it is the doggy", Miss Pringleinstructed. I now saw the pretty legs of Nulinda begin to bend at the knee so she couldsquat beside me and tell me she was sorry. And I felt a melting in my heartand in my naughty as Nulinda's lovely figure squatted down beside me and Icould adore her pert breasts as her pretty hands stroked my face and she said "Swowwy:werry, werry. She normally would rush home to cook dinner for her husband but this morning he left for a weekend fishing trip and wouldn't be back till late Sunday. When Judy, a co-worker asked her to join her for a drink after work, she agreed. Why not? There wasn't any reason to rush home to an empty apartment.Wendy just turned twenty three, married for two years to the man she had dated since high school. This was the first time that they were going to be separated for any length of time. Even though she.