Creeping quietly up the stairs, she pulled a small knife from the back of her short shorts. Nada's night vision expanded as she crept, clearing each r...om and making her way closer to her target. She hoped her knife was only insurance, that it would remain clean. Her revenge would be left short if things devolved into simply slitting her target's throat.Nada felt the wild hatred rising as she prepared to face her almost-killer, to fulfill the contract she was given along with personal revenge.. ” Hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath and sighed. “Hi Sam,” she smiled, though looked a little weary.“Everything okay?” I asked“Mmm? Oh, yes, nothing bad, just a big order, last minute. But, they’re willing to pay double, so I can’t complain... not really anyway.” She laughed a little, and leant back on the counter. “The only real problem is everyone has gone, which means a frantic few hours for me”.“I could help!” The words were out of my mouth a little too quickly, and I regretted. The morning broke overcast but warm, and soon, with cooking pots and kettles boiling, and clothes drying, we regained our humour, which had been sorely tried during the night.It is a strange thing, although I can recall the slightest detail of the battle of Quatre Bras, that of Waterloo is a jumbled mess of half remembered recollections. Our battalion was in square with the 33rd Foot, and together we stood and took many casualties from French artillery fire.I remember the constant crash of. In a few minutes, we both became semi-nude. She was in a black bra and floral panty. I was in my boxer. She could see the bulge on my boxer.Again I started kissing her lips hard and inserted my hand in her pussy. It was dripping with her love juice. I tasted it and gave her my finger and she licked her own juice. I tore her bra and removed her panty and licking biting her boobs. She has pink areola which is stiff and inviting.I left a few bite marks and went down to her belly. I asked her about.