The concentration it took to keep his pace whilst trying not to gag on how deep her fingers were exploring the back of his tongue drowned his senses i... a way he hadn’t come across before, which was further added to by her cruel tone. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Every question would melt into a gentle moan or gasp for breath. “All those bullshit niceties but you only really want to get fucked.” On the word “fucked” she gave a rough tug on his hair. The jolt, along with his. And Mrs. Cupid. Was he being ungrateful? Cupid took a thoughtful sip of his coffee as he wandered into the study. The role of God of Love was something that other cherubs would have given their right wings for and yet here he was, unappreciative, not even thankful for the trust and responsibility placed upon his golden shoulders. With a sigh, he sat down at his mahogany desk and studied the screen on the wall in front of him. It was filled with figures and statistics, numbers and names. It wasn't long in coming. He looked at me, with that arrogant, disdainful look and said, "You look silly in just those panties. You might as well take them off."Oh Christ! I was going to be naked in a bar room full of dirty old men! I didn't see a man in here that was not older than my father. They were a collection of old, mostly overweight, ugly old men. They were enjoying the hell out of my discomfort. I couldn't see any compassion on a single face in this room. I don't suppose I can blame. " They put on their armor and picked up their gear. Seven transferred them to GPD for briefing, and they were ready to go.There were still a few minor glitches in the transporter when it came to this kind of operation, so the team was set down on Timsno on the morning of the day of the assassination. They were dropped on the flat roof of a building near the center of the city where the deed took place. The murder weapon had been a large car-bomb and a number of people had been killed or.