"We've done a background check on Mr. Randolph Bentley and so far come up with very little," Lawson began.I could hear the sigh of disappointment from...Dory."However, the reason we haven't got much is because we can't find anything out about him from before 1990. It's like he didn't exist. It leads us to believe that he's changed identities. I've contacted Citizenship and Immigration to see what they can find out. I'm not sure how thorough their checks were, but with what we know now, that will. Not enough to turn them into screaming nymphos but enough to make them a little more randy than usual and in Helen's case to make her not as alert as she usually was.At around midnight Tony heard the gentle tap on the door and eased out of bed and met Sam in the passage and whilst Tony entered Sam and Mary's room as planned, Sam doubled back from the direction of the sunroom and let himself into Helen's room with Tony having left the door slightly ajar to cut out the click of the door. For a moment I paused.This woman, a friend of my sister's, had only been staying with me a few nights, and yet I had her tied up and bent over on my sofa.She clearly wasn't expecting this, and I wasn't even sure she was single.It all felt quite sudden and not quite fully consenting.But then she had her safeword, and she hadn't even said stop.Overcome by my own excitement I proceeded."Then they'd get their underwear pulled down to reveal their bottom," I said as I gently tugged down her. She pumped slowly, savoring the feeling of her slender digits and the vividness of her fantasy. Her thumb went to work on her clit, circling it, round and round as she fingered herself. Closer and closer she drove herself, all the while imagining it was Kevin’s soft touch at her sex. So immersed was she in her fantasy that she failed to hear the office door open and shut, or the lock click secure. Roberto padded quietly across the plush, periwinkle blue carpeting that his wife had installed,.