Besides, it would be a shame to cover you, the way that’s stretched over your chest. I wish you could see yourself in a mirror. These little nips ar... so nice and hard,” as he pinched a nipple.It’s a little hard to explain how exposed and weird I felt when we were outside walking down the sidewalk, the cool air on my pussy, being led like a puppy dog, occasionally feeling a little tug on the collar.But sexy, too. God, it was turning me on being outside where someone might see.The wheelchair. And Daddy would. Next Monday.I had to do something. The way he looked at me. That bugle formed in his pants. My seventeen-year-old brother was ogling me. I licked my lips and smiled. An idea popped into my head. I had to do something about his mojo.“Do you like my yoga outfit?” I asked, sauntering to him. His eyes felt so hot ravishing my body. My nipples poked hard against my sports bra. My hips swayed and wiggled as I came closer and closer to him. My toes wiggled and flexed in the carpet as. The plan was for me to act as bait. I was close enough in appearance to fit his favorite type of target. Using a female agent had been ruled out as too dangerous. I, at least, could meet the killer on relatively even grounds."Bridget? Are you in?"I didn't see as if I had any choice. If we didn't catch this guy, guy being a supposition right now, than other means would have to be employed. And those means could be noisy, messy and jeopardize our biggest secret and safeguard, that we exist. The. Emboldened by the booze and my need I picked up the phone and called the front desk, it rang and rang, finally he answered it, sounding sleepy, 'Hello can I help you', 'An understatement', I thought, 'This is Miss Jones', I answered seductively, there was a momentary silence before he coughed and replied, 'I know, I just checked you in', it sounded as if he was trying to be friendly, after all he did mentally 'Jump my bones', during the check-in process, or so I thought.'Can I order some more.