My top parted down one side but the rest wouldn't give as Alex continued to pound me and rip my clothes off. He finally slowed and pulled himself out,...my worn hole left gapping open from where his cock had just been. I was dazed and rolled on my side pulling myself up on the bed. My shirt was in tatters and hung off one side of me, my underwear was ripped open to the ass and lay across my shaking hips as I tried to catch my breath from the unreal fucking I'd just. .." Actually, Sally had very dainty ears that sat flat against her head. But he continued, "With the right hairdo, I'm sure they could be hidden. Your different-colored eyes could be handled by colored contacts..."He took a deep breath, looking very satisfied, while Sally was tapping a foot and had one eyebrow raised.Dave continued, "Now, for example, the outfit you're wearing today is simply perfect! Wearing it, no one would know how flat-chested you really are. And it conceals the thickness. He would know all was good if her panties were on the door handle. He seemed at ease mostly about the no talking rule. I was adamant, do whatever you want but DO NOT TALK. Go in, fuck her and leave. The easiest score in a lifetime!I retrieved my go pro camera I had hidden in the warehouse. I was parked across the street in a parking lot next to a few cars. I was diligent about remaining incognito. Tonight I was the puppet master, pulling the strings, making her perform. I sent her another text.. There was a word in his business forthis kind of thing - honey pots. Traps laid by attractive women whoseduced men in order to scam them later. He had always wondered howsuccessful they were. He'd find out, soon enough... assuming BenRosenthal was as interested in Violet Taylor as he seemed.Back and forth Tyler went, tables to bar, bar to tables, dutifully doinghis saloon girl gig while figuring out when to pounce on his mark. Hewas in no hurry - today's event was much more comfortable for him.