Chapter Three - “Looking For The Loot”The female robber was a buxom full figured brunet, about five foot eight inches tall and had long wavy hair ...hat came down about six inches past her shoulders. What could be seen of her face indicated that there was quite a beautiful woman behind the mask.The male robber was about six feet tall, had curly jet black hair and the beefy muscular body somewhat like that of a professional football player. He seemed to be wearing a not very convincing fake black. Oh, God ... She’s going to die! My own death never really registered. Only my daughter’s. I was crushed by the understanding. The whole universe would be mourning her loss.My phone was in my hand, but the cell towers were jammed. I couldn’t make a call to her. I rushed down the street. I’d walked to work that morning, I had no vehicle to drive the almost three miles to her house. Cars were flying by chaotically, none stopped when I tried to flag them down. People were collapsed on sidewalks,. I pulled down her shorts. She became fully naked. I grabbed her body and showered her with kisses. I kissed her neck, cheeks, ear, lips, tits, armpit, tummy, naval, hands, legs. My tongue traveled each and every part of her body.She felt very romantic…later she gave me same treatments. She pulled my pyjama, removed my hot dick from it. My dick was already wet, she grabbed my dick in her fist and shook it. She leaned on my dick and started giving me blow job. I was playing with her pussy…. Her nipples feel like they’re being drawn by magnets. She feels goosebumps on her skin despite the warmth of the room. She aches to cum. Her fingers play with her pussy relentlessly, dancing their own tiny dance of arousal with her clit as their partner. She hears herself moan along with the music, wailing in key with the saxophone as her body tries helplessly to bridge the gap between pleasure and orgasm and never quite making it. She’s helpless to resist the mindless, throbbing need coursing.