I was shocked by the look on her face. It wasn’t an expression of fear, or pain, or even shock. She was angry. She was pissed off because she wasn�...t in control of this situation and because her body was reacting to it. My cock was standing on end. I so badly wanted to walk into the other room and grab Rebecca up and take her into the other bedroom and fuck her until neither of us could move, but my morbid curiosity kept me planted in my seat. I rubbed my cock through my pants. Mr. Dante was. She's famous."Kevin took a longer look; longer than seemed strictly necessary for the purposes of recognition. "Nope," he shook his head. "I've got nothing. Movie star famous? Or TV-soap famous?" It's Rose Byrne, you tool!" Andrew lamented."Oh God," Belinda groaned. "Here we go." What?" asked Kevin. "The one from... ," he snapped his fingers, trying to recall a name, " ... that TV show with the lawyer woman ... Meryl Streep?" Glenn Close," Andrew corrected him. "Near enough. It's Damages. Rose. Her total combined income was just slightly higher than Charles’ salary with the FBI. And they both had several thousand dollars in savings…and no debts. They smiled at each other. They had the same philosophy about money and spending. Never spend more than you have coming in and always keep at least several months worth of your income in savings—just in case! They’d been prepared to spend more money in Vegas than either one of them had on anything else in a long time. But instead, they were. My home is in a courtyard, so we have a private garden at the back and the courtyard and drive to ourselves out front. The way the building is set up, our neighbour’s living room looks straight into our bedroom and we have been known to leave the blinds open regularly, with interesting results! Hubby was back on tour again and I thought I was alone, since the other property is up for sale and my peeping neighbour hadn’t been at home for some time. He told me he had a new girlfriend, so I.