My name is Kathryn Bell, and I'm a thief. Well, was a thief? I don't know what I am now. A toy? Or maybe I'm just an example for anyone else who would...dare to try and steal from Anthony Belli. In my line of work, everyone knew Belli's name. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of vanishing. In short, he's a bad man. And, unfortunately for me, a creative pervert.I didn't know that the. Eventually they would return when they didn't find him in the trees.That thought spurred William into a desperate struggle with fingers andnails clawing for any purchase and forward motion. This seemed to onlyspeed his fall into the darkness behind him.Suddenly, the little boy lost contact between his feet and the groundand his slow and steady plunge back into the void became a fasterplummet as he lost all contact with the earth on his body. A momentspread into an eternity as weightless, dark. “So, what are we going to do about it,” I asked.He looked confused and then a bit overconfident when he replied, “Do about what? I don’t have any sort of involvement with any of the family businesses.”“Of that, I’m sure,” I replied with a bit of a predatory, at least I hope that is how it looked, grin. “No, I was referring to your sleazy hand in your touch-averse niece’s leg. Do you think I wouldn’t notice you trying to pry her legs apart to molest her right there in front of the entire family?. But Dan still wouldn’t let that gathering wave fully crest in Roxanna just yet. Roxanna’s growing lust, simultaneously advancing yet held in check, centered around where Dan’s talented, probing, exploring fingers were so patiently, tenderly, and lovingly ministering to the needs of her starving pussy. Roxanna thought it was so nice of Dan to focus so much time and attention on her, on making her feel so good. He probably thought he could even coax an orgasm out of her. It was sweet of him to.