She walked to the foot of the stairs and looked down at me while I came up, a sly grin on her face as she was towelling her hair dry, dressed in a whi...te bathrobe."What is it?" I asked, wondering what her grin could have been alluding to."Did you and John get a good look?" she asked. She turned around to go back into her room without saying another word, I was shocked.It seemed as though she was giving us a show, and she actually was! But was she pissed at me now? I couldn't tell... I followed. She called for medical help on his radio. His friends nearby bandaged him so he would not bleed to death.By chance one of his friends found her in the dark. He did not see her face but he discovered her dagger, it was placed to insure his silence. She gave him a scar “to collaborate” his impossible story. After the encounter that man spread tales of his friend “heroically” aborting an assassination. “The woman with those high skills must be working for one of the cartels.” Well, I guess. "What about Janet, what happens with her? How does she fit in?" Janet is one of us, Rick. But it's up to you to bring her in." He paused as if searching for the words. "You have to be her first, it was all planned." No way! She's my sister, I can't fuck my own sister." You have to Rick, you see I cannot." Jon spread his arm in surrender. "I'm her real father. You have to be the one." Seeing Rick's trepidation Jon continued. "She is ready Rick, you'll know it when you go to her. Tracy will help. There were several doors, and he led her past them all until they reached one marked “#4.”“Just knock on the door and Sean will let you in,” he said. “Remember, you’re in control, so don’t worry about doing anything you don’t want to do.”She took a deep breath, contemplating her next move, her gushing pussy and her racing heartbeat at odds with each other.She composed herself. “Thank you,” she said and knocked on the door.*In a moment, the door creaked open, and a man appeared in the doorway. .