Dasha smiled when Em bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, "Yeah girl, that's what I'm talking about!" She said and finished her drink in a single swallow, tossing her now empty cup across the room so she could free up her other hand. "Don't be affraid to smack me around a little too!" Dasha reached into Em's night gown and pulled out one of her small tits, she sucked it and gently nibbled her nipple while she kneaded her breast with her fingers.<br/><br/>Emily's fingers worked Dasha's pussy and Dasha started to cum, "Yeah baby, more MORE, use your whole hand! " Dasha called out as her pussy gushed and started to wet the bedding below her. Dasha could feel Em was getting as wet as herself and knew it wouldn't be long before Emily was cumming too. She increased her pumping speed and started to slip her wetted ring finger down into Em's puckered ass. "OOOOHHH Yeah! Wait until you feel this!" She said as her digit slipped inside Em's ass.<br/><br/>Dasha was in the throws of passion, and her heart rate was jacked, but her mind was still solely focused on what Uri had ordered her to do. She was going to work this innocent little girl until she was putty in her hand, and then she'd find out what she wanted to know. She wondered if Uri was watching.<br/><br/>******************<br/><br/>Uri sat in his room down the hall. He watch the video monitors set up on the table and slowly sipped vodka. Two of the monitors showed Emily's partner's room and the other two showed Emily's. They were discretely hidden cameras in the air vents pointed down at the perfect angle. Earlier, it had been easy for him to zoom in and read what Emily and her partner had written while they'd talked about menial shit. His suspicions had been confirmed, these weren't ordinary tourists, they were in fact agents and now he had the proof.<br/><br/>Now he watched as his precious little Dasha had Emily completely distracted. She was masterful and he felt a certain amount of pride at how good she was at what she did, afterall he trained her. A normal man would have been jerking off to the hot girl-on-girl porno that was playing on his monitor, but Uri was all business. He picked up his silencer and attached it to the automatic hand gun he kept in his jacket. Once the suppressor was tightened down , he place plastic baggies on his shoes and then stood and silently walked out of his room and down the hall, passed the moans coming from inside Emily's room and toward Emily's partners room. Once there he reached inside his pocket and produced a handy little gadget. It was a universal hotel door key that unlocked most magnetic locks. He readied himself and then with the blink of an eye he popped the door and stepped inside.<br/><br/>The man had been laying in bed asleep and didn't even stand a chance, Uri's silenced gun came up and put two rounds through the British Agents head before the poor bastard even realized what was going on. His body flopped back down into the pillow and the whole scene barely made any noise at all. Uri smiled and placed the gun back into his pocket. He walked over and surveyed the dead agent making sure he hit kill shots. The wounds were right in the older man's forehead and he was confident there was no coming back from that. Uri leaned down and placed a kiss on each side of the dead man's cheeks and then closed the startled eyes on the corpse. He then set to searching the room.