When he gave up, the cooler air was causing his shoulders to tense again.Les sat on the end of the bed, reading a book while waiting for Ay to arrive.... He'd made it easy for her, after a search of the house, basement, and attic had shown no trace of wherever she was sleeping. He'd left the patio door and three windows unlocked. He didn't want someone catching the girl breaking and entering if she was delayed picking locks. He should have been worried about a runaway who could break into his. Then I saw my cousin's hands moving on her legs. I kept up my movement on her breasts and heard her moan softly. She arched her back to move them tighter into my hands. She didn't seem to notice Tim's hands as they slowly moved under her skirt. From her lack of resistance as he slid his hands over her hips, I knew that I'd soon be seeing more than her thighs and tits, and I was all for it. I saw the skirt move up her thighs until her panties were exposed and Tim's hand was moving to cover her. The others, those that were better than he, had been killed or captured. It was simply a matter of time before he was next. The Consortium would never stop hunting him; he had thwarted their plans too many times. They had started to hunt a street urchin, a simple boy that was lured to a huge sum of money and so he brought the hunt to their doors at every chance he could. It was just another hand dealt in the game of his jobs. Some would call him a mercenary, others an angel, and still others a. But her respite was brief, for then he ordered: "Lick it, Sunny--use your tongue and move it all over, all around the head of my cock. That's the way, kid. Lap it good, tickle me, shove the end of your tongue right on into that little slit."Sunny was obedient, and even found herself getting interested in the taste and shape of his cockhead under her working tongue. When she found the tiny mouth in the tip, she jabbed her tongue tip inside experimentally. She wanted to lift her hands and heft.