He rolled over a little, so that his weight was on half of her body. He could feel her breast pressing into his chest. Her leg was around his his and ...he moved his hand onto her thigh. He paused from kissing her for a moment. ‘I’m….not… sure….I’m in….such….good….nick….for….this….Irish,’ he said. But he continued to hold her and rock his hips. His jeans and underwear felt very tight now as he became harder. I hope this is the right thing. But he continued kissing her, pushing his tongue further. Closing the heavy oak door Ian slumped against the frame. Time was finally beginning to catch up with him. Ian looked in the mirror across the room and could hardly recognize himself.Always athletic and energetic, Ian Norris Smyth, the Lord of Nogardshire had lived an interesting life.Born to Colin and Margaret Smyth, Ian's childhood was as good as could be expected during that time in England.Colin was a hard working blacksmith, Margaret worked as a midwife; together the three of them lived in. I am a fairly good looking man with a flat stomach. As I head out into the living room I hear giggling. I must have been a while for he's already out of the shower. Both look excellent, him with chiseled abs and her with a small frame and flat stomach. “Slave, it took you long enough; too long! Get over here now for your punishment.” “My, my, you really are different on the inside. Tell me, what punishment does he get for taking too long?” “On your knees and do not take your eyes off of me.”. With her team in the clear, she decides to scan the area looking for the Spetsnaz that are supposed to be there. A glint of sunlight catches her attention. She whirls around to focus in and sees nothing. Sure that she saw something, she holds her position on the spot for several minutes and when she is ready to finally give up, she sees a small indiscretionary movement. Sniper!Many snipers have a partner, one that will take a shot if the first misses or to cover the other in case of detection..