Mercy got me off to the side and asked, "What's going on, Chuck? I can tell you're concerned about something. Let me in, Chuck, maybe I can help." It'... just something that I need to do, Mercy. I need to take care of this and get on with life. Enjoy the boat ride and let me get this done."She said to me, "Chuck, if you get into a situation that you need to control, use your gift. It can be powerful. You can influence people, Chuck. You can suggest to them to think the way you want. Keep that in. ‘There, just between those trees on the right,’ she told herself as she spotted the large stag. The animal was grazing, its head lowered to the floor. She was now thirty paces away, an easy shot. Slowly and without a sound, she released the bow from her back along with an arrow. Notching her hunting tool, she straightened to her full height, raising the bow as she moved.Pulling back, she revealed the muscular grace of her slender frame; lithe and powerful with strong arms created from yielding. The more rural the area, the nastier the contracts became since the sense of law grew shorter and shorter.Eventually, your contracts led to the middle of nowhere, far north nearing the border of what used to be Canada. Fat with cash, and no means of travel, the situation wasn't ideal, but wasn't hopeless. You'd just have to survive the winter until an opportunity presented itself in the spring. Until then, you continued building your nest.It's late one night when you return from a contract. The. I stopped and waited to see if she was going to get out. Come here she said, I walked up to the open door and just as I did I saw her setting with her legs spread out wide and her skirt up to her waist. She was running a finger between her pussy lips. Here taste this she said as she offered the finger to me. I did a quick look over my shoulder to make sure he was still in the garage. She stuck the wet finger in my mouth. It tasted like a freashly fucked pusy. The normal taste of her mixed with.