Tomorrow when we arrivewith Conchita, I expect you to be properly dressed ready for work. Yourwill wear your functional uniform and try to be as femin...nelypresentable as possible. Don't overdo it with makeup though, you aregoing to work hard and you don't want mascara running down to your face.Would you remember that?"She smiled again but in professional manner as if she was instructing asubordinate. The familiar feelings of stomach fluttering were back, herbossy manner and the way she was. Concentrating - there was no room for error - my heart rate slowed. Hands stilled. Body relaxed. Rifle butt snug to my shoulder, I aimed at the driver, stopped breathing, and gently squeezed the trigger.The shot was loud, echoing across the cemetery, the rifle butt shoving back at me. The Suburban’s windscreen cracked like a spider web around a hole. Without breathing, before the second man could react, in under a second, a second shot exploded. Through the optic scope I watched the muscled. Your impossibly light skin tone has gotten you quite a lot of unwanted attention, and it’s unlikely that this sunny tropical land will be any different.You stand clad in a tanned leather top, shaped like a tube top that exposes both your entire midriff and as much of your cleavage as possible while keeping your nipples concealed. Usually. Your crotch is covered by a short skirt of the same material, barely covering the bottom of your ass but showing maximum leg. Your figure draws a ton of. It's only when our connection halts my undressingdo I pull back to let it drop on the floor beside us."Lay down," I struggle to say while returning to her breast. Her gruntsand strains signal that she's in the throes of the process herself.Inwardly I calculate which part she's feeling when her hips begin to jerkup and down. We unceremoniously tumble onto the floor with me on top, andI wrestle myself between her legs to give her access to my own bellybutton. The struggle briefly rekindles the.