Cathy didn’t have any k**s at the moment. When she came back home, her servants were waiting to welcome her. After breakfast, she went to the first ...loor. She sat on her big couch and put music on it and called her husband over the phone. While she was talking with him all the time, she held the supplement bottle with her. She played with the bottle with her fingers by keeping it on a side table, while talking to him. Once the call was done, she took the bottle closer to her face. She was. I watched as she revealed her breasts to me encased in black lace. I couldn’t move, I just watched as she walked round me. Standing there in my gym kit, my shorts stretched tight over my bulge.She stood in front of me and turned her back to me. I looked at her smooth skin, smelling again the perfume, this time mixed with something else, which seemed to make my pulse quicken and male instincts take over. I reached for the catch on her bra and released it, the elastic springing free as she. She had some too, mixed with cola.She suggested we go to her bedroom. She reached back to hold my hand as she led me down the hallway. Hers were soft and slender like her waist. Her hot pink heels clacked against the hardwood floor as usual. Just that sound got my big dick jumping in my shorts. Her cherry-shaped booty swayed, calling my name. We sat on her bed. Her mattress was the most comfortable one I’d ever felt. We drank and I pulled out a blunt. I held it in the air and glanced at her. „Ich weiß jetzt wo wir sie uns schnappen,“ verkündete Martin und deutete auf das Schild vor dem Parkplatz von Isabelle. „Privatparkplatz Helgens“.Wie ein Geheimagent suchte Martin nun die Decke nach Überwachungskameras ab. Auf der Etage gab es drei Stück. Diese zeigten aber alle nur auf die Frauenparkplätze. Perfekt.Am nächsten Freitag parkten die Männer den schwarzen Kleinbus von Jürgen auf dem Platz direkt neben dem Privatstellplatz von Helgens. Während Martin mit einem Chlorform getränkten.