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The click resounded around the dark room impossibly loud! There was only one thing it could be and my gloved hands along with my feet turned to ice in spite of the sweltering heat of this hot summer night and my unseasonal outfit. I knew my blood had evacuated my extremities to protect my vital organs with the adrenalin surge that innocuous sound had triggered but my chest and stomach felt hollow all the same.

“Hands where I can see them, asshole!” the voice from behind me ordered.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I very slowly lifted my hands out of the drawer in front of me leaving the Passport where I had found it. I eyed the packet of bullets I’d also found and regretted my decision not to leave sixty seconds earlier.

“Now; slowly, oh so fucking slowly turn around shithead!” the woman’s voice commanded.

“Shit,” I again whispered and obeyed her orders precisely. The sight that appeared before me was incongruous to say the least.

I’d known that the woman, Jolie Hart according to her Passport, had been in her bed sound asleep just five minutes earlier when I’d searched through the contents of her bedroom and I’d seen her lying on her front in a thin cotton nightie. She’d looked gorgeous at that point, her dark skin in the dim light contrasting starkly with the white sleepwear; I still sported a semi-swollen cock from the few seconds I’d taken to admire it; I had resisted the urge to draw down the bed sheet to check out her ass and legs.

I’d thought it odd that she was sleeping in the guest bedroom but it had made ‘cracking’ the Chubb Trident G6 safe in the master-bedroom simpler even though all I found were documents and nothing of re-saleable value. Never one to waste an opportunity I searched for ‘booty’ elsewhere hence checking her out earlier.

Now she stood before me in front of the living room window with the street lights outside silhouetting her body through the material that only just covered her crotch. The blood that had rushed inwards when I’d heard that ominous click decided to shift elsewhere. What, now? I questioned my body. In my defence the view before me was distracting even with the, seemingly, gaping maw of a barrel aimed levelly at my face.

I didn’t like guns, never even carried a gun when I was breaking into people’s homes but I recognised that the woman before me was absolutely confident with them, feet a shoulder’s width apart and holding the firearm in a two-handed grip and with only the barest of tremors shifting the muzzle. Her heart was obviously pounding just as much as my own.

“Real, real slow… down on your knees!” she ordered.

The one part of my mind that wasn’t helping grinned at the idea of the chance to see a hint of this woman’s pussy. For Christ’s sake, I silently scolded myself as I eased myself down.

“Okay then,” she said and for the first time there was a hesitancy in her voice as I knew full well that she didn’t know where her phone was because I’d found it, turned it off and slipped it beneath her mattress. I wondered if I’d placed it on the other side would I have found the gun.

In spite of the situation I lowered my gaze as hers flicked about the room and towards the bedroom door; I was able to make out a hint of her mound beneath the hem of her nightie and was certain she was without underwear. I stifled a laugh as my cock hardened completely.

Her gaze returned to me and studied my eyes through the holes in my ski mask. I watched her raise an eyebrow; “Carefully! The bag; open it, empty it on the floor!”

I nodded and eased my backpack from my shoulders and held it in front of me; I didn’t need any further instruction to understand that I had to unzip it cautiously and definitely not reach into it. Gingerly I held open the top and allowed the contents to roll out onto the floor before upending it completely to prove it was empty.

She surveyed the spilt contents, recognizing her jewellery and some cash, noting my small wallet of lock-picks and the only other item I had taken from her bedside drawer. For the first time, the gun twitched as she surveyed the small silver vibrator that I had taken on a whim. I stared into her face shadowed in front of the window and wondered if she was blushing.

“A pervert as well as a thief?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I watched as she bit her lip as her eyes returned to mine; “Pockets! Empty them… opposite hand!” she instructed.

I smiled behind my mask as I knew she was convinced that I had taken her phone. I let my eyes fall to her crotch again and saw a minute shift in her hips as I reached across myself and pulled the left hand pocket of my back jacket inside out. I repeated it for the other and then eased down the zipper without need for further orders and showed the large ‘poacher’s’ pocket within.

Very carefully I eased the jacket off my shoulders to kneel there and delicately upended the pocket in the same manner as I had the backpack before dropping it on the floor. For the first time in my criminal career I felt utterly conspicuous and a little ridiculous as I knelt there in my brightly coloured Wyle E. Coyote T-shirt.

I saw the look of disbelief on the woman’s face; “The cops look for people in dark clothing!” I explained.

It was true that as soon as I left a job I would take off my jacket and stuff it into my backpack and quite happily and brazenly walk past officers of the law. I even once ‘aided’ them in looking for me when a patrol car had pulled over and I’d seen a suspicious man running west just ten minutes earlier.

I shut my mouth hard having realised I’d broken one of my own personal guidelines by speaking more than I needed to.

“The jeans’ pockets too… Wylie!” she ordered with a hint of a grin.

Again reaching across myself I pulled the pockets inside out and knowing she’d ask slowly twisted around on my knees and shoved my hands into my back pockets proving they were empty as well. I knew full well that my own wallet, keys and ID were safely tucked inside a plastic bag in Ms Hart’s flower borders outside. I shuffled around again to face her.

I could see the dilemma twisting within her as she wondered what to do. To give her credit fear didn’t seem to be an issue; “What sort of thief comes to a robbery unarmed?”

“I don’t like weapons… people get hurt,” I explained before I could stop myself. At least I was keeping my voice low and figured my accent wasn’t as distinctive as it normally was in the Land of the Free.

“Regretting that now, are you Wylie?” she shot back.

I really had no idea why I did what I did next. In hindsight I blame my cock; I eased my right foot sideways and reached back with two fingers and extracted a short folding blade from within my shoe and slid it across the floor to stop just before her feet.

She looked down although the gun never wavered, “So a liar as well?” For a moment she remained still as she seemed to pay her own body and how she was dressed just as much attention as she’d focused on me.

“I said I didn’t like weapons… didn’t say I didn’t have one!” I answered.

She looked up tilting her head slightly. She knew I had hidden her phone and also knew my only chance was not to reveal its whereabouts. It was quite wonderful in these modern times that so many people didn’t bother with landlines that were so much harder to lose. I knelt there patiently as I watched her deliberate her dilemma,

Again she cocked her head, “So why pick me? Why pick a house that is occupied?” she asked as she pondered what to do.

“A high-end security system,” I answered berating myself for talking but my own pride was getting the better of me having never had, never been so stupid as to brag about my activities. “Usually means people have something of value and although I could probably beat it, it’d take too long! People habitually don’t engage the system when they're at home and if I know where you are, I know how to avoid you, know you won’t turn up unexpectedly… normally!”

“Thirsty,” she answered simply to my statement.

“I also didn’t find or suspect you had a gun till I saw the shells in the drawer behind me, should’ve quit then!” My eyes dropped once again to the hint of her mound beneath the hem of her nightie; “Under the mattress?”

She nodded, “The films get it wrong… damned uncomfortable to put it under your pillow!” Again her hips twitched a fraction, “A disappointing haul,” she moved the muzzle of the gun fractionally towards the ‘loot’ on the floor, “I’m just the house sitter!”

I nodded in agreement as she took a step back and briefly glanced behind before stepping around the glass coffee table and sitting on the couch beneath the window before at last lowering the gun to the cushion beside her thigh although her hand never left it. I waited patiently and a little disappointed as her legs had closed and I no longer even had a hint of her crotch.

Her free hand drummed a silent tattoo beside her left thigh. “What am I to do with you?” she pondered.

My mind was screaming at me to say, ‘Let me go,’ but the other controlling organ in my body was doing its best to deprive it of oxygen.

I remained silent and hard as steel.

“Take your shoes off!” she demanded suddenly. I watched as she withdrew her finger from the trigger guard and instead tapped the side of it to a regular beat.

I bit my lip beneath my mask as I reached back and slipped my right shoe off and then only hesitated briefly before removing the left. An identical folding knife dropped loudly onto the wooden floor as I did. Her tapping finger froze and even though that’s where my focus should’ve been, it was higher up as she inhaled deeply and her breasts stretched the cotton material of her nightie. Two hard nipples pointed straight at me as I placed a single finger on the knife and slid it across the floor to join its twin.

She exhaled loudly and her finger continued tapping; “Quite the…devious coyote, aren’t you?”

I shrugged in reply and waited. I watched as she reached across and turned on the lamp on the small table beside the couch. Both of us blinked at the sudden brightness as our eyes adjusted and then studied each other in more detail.

She was telling the truth about being the house-sitter as it just occurred to me that there had been no pictures of her anywhere about; just some middle-aged white couple with two teenage sons. I figured there wasn’t a picture of her anywhere that would compare to the image before me.

The nightie, although not sheer, was very thin and being plain didn’t distort what was beneath; her areolas stood out darker on her breasts than her honey-coloured flesh topped with a pair of rock hard nipples. She stretched out her bare feet and crossed them at the ankles, thighs parting fractionally; I stifled a sigh as my eyes were once again drawn to her crotch fully aware that she could now see exactly where I was looking.

That finger paused for a second and then continued as I studied her toned thighs and the darker hint beyond. I thought about how she had held the large calibre revolver and realised that she hadn’t appeared to tire in the least and yet her lithe limbs didn’t betray the strength within them with over-developed muscles. I raised my eyes to her face and saw that her own gaze was aimed at my crotch. I couldn’t help but grin behind my mask as I knew the bulge in my black jeans was now blatantly obvious in the brighter room.

Her face, even devoid of any make-up was extremely pretty including the hint of tiredness beneath her eyes from waking in the middle of the night. Her eyes yet sparkled as she arched an eyebrow and slowly brought her gaze up to meet mine. “Any more hidden weapons?” she asked. A hint of her tongue appeared between a pair of luscious lips at the word ‘weapons’.

I felt my cock twitch hard and pre-cum moisten my briefs. I shook my head slowly in response to her question.

She laughed quietly and her finger once again paused above the trigger guard; “Not the most trustworthy coyote, are you?”

“Oh I’m completely trustworthy but it-”

“-depends on what a person trusts you to do!” she interrupted me. I shut my mouth and looked at this ‘Jolie Hart’; I was positive I’d never met her before short of the recent surveillance I’d carried out. I knew if I had I would’ve remembered her. I watched as the corner of that delectable mouth rose in a smirk. “Stand up!” she ordered.

I rose up, a knee popping quietly from stiffness. Her left hand had shifted and was lying just below her hip with her nails against the flesh of her thigh just beneath the hem of her nightie. “Take off your namesake!” she grinned.

Even as I shook my head and the cognitive part of my brain urged me to simply turn and exit the house quite sure that this woman wouldn’t shoot me in the back or stop me, my gloved hands were reaching down and pulling ‘Wylie’ up over my chest and head. I dropped the T-shirt to the floor and watched as that tongue once again peeked out and her eyes roamed over my torso.

“Turn around, slowly,” she said softly.

I raised my arms out and twisted around showing Jolie that they were no weapons or anything in my waistband. I circled back and lowered my hands to my side. “Happy?” I asked hoping she wasn’t.

“Are you going to tell me where my phone is?” she replied.

I shrugged my shoulders feeling a hint of a grin on my face in response. Just how far the two of us were going to take this I didn’t know. The house was too far removed from the neighbours to simply shout for help from a window; she’d also run a big risk trying to get dressed and lead me at gunpoint outside. I actually knew her solution was to use the panic button, which was always live even when in stand-by, I knew one was incorporated into the security system and positioned beside the bed in the master-bedroom and also down beside the front door.

I imagined she was familiar with the feature so the question was would she remember it or had she already but was now having too much fun?

“I need a drink; figure you know where the drinks cabinet is!” she stated.

I nodded and walked over to the bookshelf that held the large TV screen within it and opened a small hatch which dropped down. “What will it be?” I asked simply without turning to face her.

“I think there’s Jesse James Bourbon in there, neat will be fine,” she replied.

I poured a couple of fingers into a tumbler and turned about to find the gun pointing in my general direction if not squarely aimed at my head as she had done earlier. I wetted my lips before asking “What?”

“I’m sure it’s impolite to serve drinks with gloves on… at least black leather gloves!” she offered.

“Hmm,” I replied non-committedly. I looked from her face to the gun and at my gloved hands. I placed the tumbler down and eased the leather of my right hand before removing the left as the gun remained pointed. I dropped the gloves on the shelf and picked up the tumbler; a tingle ran through my hand as I felt the incriminating evidence of my fingerprints adhere to the crystal tumbler.

I’d covered half the distance back towards her when she said “Stop!” I paused almost mid-step and waited for her to continue. “Yeah not feeling just quite safe enough… put the drink on the side,” she indicated with the barrel of the gun to the set of drawers where she’d found me. I did as she commanded and turned to face her.

That delectable tongue peeked out once again and I watched as once again she lowered the gun to the cushion beside her, withdrawing her finger from the trigger guard. As my eyes had followed the weapon I couldn’t help notice that the hem of her nightie had shifted. My cock throbbed hard within my jeans as there was far more than a hint of her crotch now visible. I could easily see her neatly trimmed hair and the very top of her cleft; all it would take is for her to part her thighs fractionally and I would have an unobstructed view of her pussy.

Her fingernails still remained on the flesh of her thigh and although they didn’t move they did appear to press a little into her flesh as she sat there. The finger on her other hand once again was tapping the side of the trigger guard and then paused in mid-air. “Sorry… what did you say?” I asked having totally missed her last sentence.

“Do I not have your full and undivided attention?” she demanded and I watched her finger slip inside the trigger guard and her nails press deeper into her thigh, denting her flesh.

“Yes… yes, you do… my full attention” I answered promptly.

“Well then?” she answered and her tongue appeared yet again; fully wetting her lips which then met and rolled back and forth over each other.

I really didn’t recall what she had said but the way her eyes were focused on my crotch I figured she wanted no concealed weapons of any kind. My hands shook slightly for a moment before I found my belt and undid it followed by the button at my waist. I watched her chest start to swell and deflate as one deep breath followed another and those nails shift fractionally down the inside of her thigh.

For a brief heart-stopping moment as I took hold of my zipper I saw the finger within the trigger guard flex before she consciously realised what she was doing and slipped her finger free. She saw the look on my face; “Oops!” she said simply and I heard the click as she eased the hammer back into the un-cocked position.

“Oops?” I echoed and lowered my zipper and peeled apart the waist of my jeans revealing the dark stain centred on the tip of my swollen shaft beneath my blue briefs. I watched as her mouth hung open and I could hear her breaths as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. I also watched as her thighs eased apart and her hand descended; the nail on her first finger took up station right in the crease of flesh where her thigh met her groin.

I pushed my jeans down bending forward from the hips as I did to bring my head a little closer to the view before me. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into an inch wide landing strip above her pussy which was bisected by a thin line of reflected light. I bit my lip as I studied the darker flesh of her labia and imagined easing those wet lips apart to expose the red, wet flesh within.

I almost stumbled as I extricated my legs from my jeans and was forced to look away. I was pretty sure that Jolie didn’t want to shoot me but if I’d fallen forwards towards her I had the feeling her reflexes would have taken over.

I kicked away my jeans and as an afterthought pulled off my socks, blushing a little in the process. She lifted her hand from the gun and spun her finger in a circle so once again I slowly turned on the spot with my arms outstretched. I grinned broadly as I heard an ‘Mmmm’ from behind me. “Stop,” she said hoarsely as I was faced away.

I did as instructed and waited patiently for her to continue. For the first time, I was nervous; I’d been in fear for my life at least twice but for some reason that hadn’t made me feel ‘nervous’!

My ass wasn’t my best feature; or so previous girlfriends had said. Admittedly there was no way I could describe Ms Jolie Hart as a girlfriend but here she was, even if I couldn’t see, examining the one part of my body that was hardest for me to see let alone judge! Now my cock I was happy with; not a single complaint except for a little on the thick side that was easily overcome with a little patience and restraint on my part. But my ass! Something that never bothered me until it was put under scrutiny.

A “Hmmm…” sounded from behind me and even though this was an incredibly bizarre situation my mind was wondering if it was a ‘good hmmm’ or a ‘bad hmmm’. “Carry on” she added.

“Fuck,” I breathed and with trembling hands hooked my thumbs into the waist of my briefs.

Any thought of simply whipping them off was side-lined as she added “Nice and slow now, Wylie!”

I could feel the cheeks on my face burning as I inched down my briefs exposing my other cheeks. My rampart cock strained as it was dragged downwards, my sensitive glans dragged within as it approached the hem; a feeling I had previously enjoyed and exhibited willingly. My erection still revelled in the sensation but my mind damned the lack of audience. I sighed deeply as it sprang free and a thread of precum arced from cock’s eye in quite the impressive manner by my own judgement. Possibly the best I’d ever seen!

I heard a deep sigh from behind me as I eased my briefs down my thighs as I bent from the hips knowing that was what my ‘tormentor’ wanted. The truth seemed to be that the gun had been a catalyst and being at the absolute mercy and whim of a gorgeous female was liberating; my cock agreed as it throbbed and twitched as a long string of precum descended from my glans as my briefs passed my knees and finally to my feet.

“Damn!” Jolie murmured from behind me as I stepped out of my briefs, spreading my feet but remained fully bent over. I stared between my legs and saw that her thighs had spread considerably and the view of her pussy was completely clear. That single red fingernail I had studied earlier was now joined by a second and had pulled the left side of her pussy open exposing the dark red, wet and shiny flesh within. “Ohh… you can be a good boy after all, Wylie!” she stated.

I felt my glans smear precum just beneath my belly button as it was forced against my stomach by my position as I grabbed my ankles waiting for my next instruction. I was also fully aware that so far Jolie hadn’t ordered me to remove the ski mask and I suspected that she wouldn’t at least until whatever desire she had was satisfied. I watched as she slowly lifted her left foot and rested it on the coffee table in front of her spreading her pussy even more.

“I’ll have that drink now!” she ordered as I watched those nails ease her labia even further apart. Reluctantly I straightened up obscuring my view briefly as I reached for the tumbler and turned to face her. Her eyes were focused on mine and a smirk adorned her lips as she knew by this point at the very least I wanted her to look at my cock, to want it, to need it as much as I needed her pussy.

Her finger rested once again on the trigger guard, “On the table,” she instructed grinning even wider as my eyes dropped once again to her seeping quim. This woman had far more self-control than I could imagine! I stood back up just on the other side of the table feeling my cock throb and a further thread of precum begin to descend.

“Kneel,” she simply said and I obeyed instantly; “Eager aren’t you! And such a nice cock too,” she added finally looking down at my aching erection. “That’d fit very nicely… where would you like to put it, Wylie?” She ran a fingertip along her slit, sending a visible shiver through her frame before lifting it up and drawing it up between her breasts; “Would you like a tittie fuck, Wylie?”

My hands were clenched in fists by my sides as my pleading eyes followed her finger as it trailed to one side and circled her hard right nipple; I nodded dumbly.

She raised her hand and trailed the wet pad of her finger along her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the hint of her own juices; “Or would you like it in my mouth… would you like to give me a good hard skull-fucking?”

My ski-mask stretched as my mouth dropped open and again I nodded. Jolie smiled and sucked her finger, an audible popping sound as she pulled it from her mouth. My heart skipped a beat as she lifted the gun out of the way for her to lift her leg up and drape it across the arm of the couch opening her slit completely affording me a complete and uninterrupted view inside her dripping pussy.

She eased her ass to the edge of the seat and the gun settled on her thigh as I followed her finger down and beneath the focus of my desire. “Or would you like to stick that lovely fat cock up my ass…” she laughed, “Coyote-style, Wylie?”

“Oh fuck,” I whispered hoarsely in response, my cock twitching to the beat of my pulse as Jolie sighed loudly and I knew her finger was between her ass cheeks teasing her pucker, The two of us remained transfixed with each other for half-a-minute till her back began to arch and she pulled her hand away and relaxed, I was obviously not the only person in the room being ‘edged’ though mine was purely verbal and not self-inflicted.

“But, that isn’t what you want is it?” she asked as her hand returned to the top of her left thigh.

“No,” I replied shaking my head.

“No?” she echoed, “Then what is it you want, Wylie… what is it you want to do to me… what was it you thought of doing to me when you stood above in my bedroom… a poor defenceless damsel!”

“I wanna fuck you,” I answered through gritted teeth behind my mask, my fists balled tight and my knuckles whitening; “I wanna fuck that wet pussy of yours, so bad!”

“Good,” she answered and slowly eased her finger all the way inside herself. Her body trembled, eyes closing and I could literally see her pussy tightening up around her intruding digit till it disappeared completely. “Mmmm…. yesss…” she sighed and remained motionless for ten or twenty seconds as her chest slowly swelled and stretched her nightie tight across her bosom.

She sighed loudly as she exhaled and then opened her eyes easing her finger back out, she took two more breaths and then grinned evilly as she raised the gun and pointed it straight at my engorged cock. “Tough!” she declared, her face hardening “You really thought that tonight you’d come here, try and rob me and I’d reward you with a fuck?”

My own heart deflated, my cock still throbbed regardless; “That… that wasn’t the plan… but… but I’m just a hopeful sorta fella, I guess,” I pleaded my case.

Her features softened and I could see her repress a smile. She pondered for a second and allowed the gun to dip down to aim at the floor; “So do you want the Consolation Prize?” she asked,

I nodded figuring that the word prize sounded hopeful, “Yes… please.”

“Go on then wank for me, Wylie!” she ordered.

I’d almost swear I heard my cock whisper it’s something and about fucking time. My cock jerked even before my fingers wrapped around it and I slowly began to jerk myself off as Jolie’s fingernail traced the folds and crevasses of her gorgeous cunt.

“Faster!” she demanded after half a dozen strokes and I sped up.

I watched her first and forefinger press down at the top of her slit and ease apart her folds exposing the paler nub of her hard clit; “You know I have actually been complimented that I have a very sweet tasting cunt,“ she declared before ordering me, “Quicker!”

I upped my tempo, my hand sliding up and down my shaft rolling my foreskin back and forth over my shining glans. I watched mesmerized as her two fingers slid downwards and curled easily inside her dripping quim. I could see the ball of her hand press down hard atop her clit as she gripped herself; “Mmmm… oh yesss… I reckon your cock would fit very nicely in here… just fat enough to stretch my cunt… and long enough too; can you imagine fucking me over that table?”

“Ohh god yesss…” I answered and I pumped my shaft faster and tighter.

“Pounding me… slapping against my ass as you filled me up!” I could see her knuckles whitening as she gripped the object of my desire even tighter; “Cum you bastard… show me how you’d fill my womb… now you dirty fucker!”

My seed shot out instantly flying across the table landing just short of her toes. I groaned loudly as my free hand slapped down on the table as I pumped my length for all it was worth. Another streak shot out streaking the glass top; and another, a globule of my spunk landing squarely in the glass of bourbon, Jolie shivered before me seemingly still determined to deny herself as she watched three more lines of semen radiate from my jerking shaft.

I shuddered and dropped back onto my calves as the last of my seed squeezed out from my depleted balls to dribble down my spent cock and onto my fingers. I would swear on my deathbed that I had never cum so hard and so much in my life. When I pulled myself together and looked up Jolie was now standing looking down at me as she lapped at her fingers.

“Ahh, back with us are you, Wylie?” she asked.

I nodded as I breathed deeply and felt my heart slow a little.

“Good now gather your clothes!” she instructed. I figured there was to be no more show but I was happily and frustratingly wrong. I’d picked up my clothes and empty rucksack and watched as the woman before me slipped off one of the shoulder straps of her nightie from her shoulders.

“Honestly… you really do have a lovely cock… shame,” she grinned, “In another life… all those things I suggested… well, alas not to be; but just so you know what you’re missing, Wylie!” She pushed the other shoulder strap of and shimmied a little so the nightie slid down slowly till it passed over her breasts and caught on her arms. She carefully slipped one arm out and then transferred the gun; her left hand looked every bit as steady as her right. I could feel my cock twitch with enthusiasm as her nightie fell away as her right arm slipped out of the hoop.

“Fuck me!” I declared as she stood before me completely nude,

She shook her head, “Not a chance… even tied up I’m not sure I would trust you!” she grinned even more and turned showing me her ass; the gun still levelled at me as she bent over and leant on the arm of the chair, spreading her feet to give me a complete and unrestricted view of her ass and pussy. My cock swelled back to life as she reached back and pulled an ass cheek aside to expose her pucker.

“I can… re-habilitate!” I suggested.

She burst out laughing and if I’d thought this woman had been eminently fuck-able before now I wanted more. I’d always been a sucker for a smile and a laugh.

She shook her head as she stood back up and turned to face me; “Alas, I don’t think you can!”

Jolie pointed me out of the room and down the stairs, all the while I was carrying my clothes till I exited the front door and stood in the porch as I heard the double click of the deadlock and the rattle of the door chain.

I didn’t even think about getting dressed as I turned and looked back through the glass side panel of the door watching her finally lay the gun on the hardwood floor as she sat down on it. She finally let herself go and finger-fucked herself to orgasm as I sprayed the double glazing,