The drive home really didn’t take that long. We got home around two pm, and Nigel got my stuff upstairs in a jiffy. I stood looking out of the livin...-room window while I waited for him to finish. When he was done, he knelt at my side, waiting for his next order. This would take some getting used to. Just as I turned to him, I saw a glint from the window across the street (my voyeur’s window). I wasn’t so sure he had binoculars this time. I wondered if it might be a camera with a telephoto lens.. “That’s not…” He struggled for the right words, which was difficult, because as soon as she admitted she got horny thinking about him, his hard-on became painfully stiff in his pants. He had to finally admit to himself the same was true for him, as well. “That’s not unusual at all, baby.”“Really?” Stacey asked, relaxing her hold of the shirt, exposing her ample cleavage to his hungry eyes. “Do… do you ever think about me like that?”Mike gulped. “Stacey, it’s not that easy to answer that. Maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one... if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his breast-pocket to rapidly scribble into. "You think I can get an interview with his niece, Annie? I mean, after all, she was the girl raped by this Caesar brute, that's what my editor wants... ?" I think so. Annie's a nice teenaged girl... nothing like her uncle," Mark replied. "She's taken it well this. "These last two comments from George and Samantha respectively. Who I didn't even know were there."Ok, Ok! Enough! Please. That's more than enough. Let me out now please," I asked trying to sound firm and bury the tones of desperation."Yes yes, in a minute, sweetie. Now be a good girl and keep quiet while I show your nice friends how this works," said the man"HEEYYY! Fucking let me out NOW you bastard!"To be honest I was a little surprised myself at the force of that last demand. I hadn't.