It was Sunday so no worries about the breakfast or pack box for k** and husband. She got up and saw her nighty zip was opened and she knew why it was ...pened. Bra was unhooked and saw her panty was not at the right place it should be. She saw her condition and smiled once. And saw her husband and changed her expression “Stupid waste fellow, he is not even 5% of that boy”. Tried to hook her bra but was not possible so thought anyways need to go to bathroom got up but her panty was little down. As I ride thru from lower level to level A and B and thru the back hall way to the services elevator to take my bike inside my apartment. I lift the bike up last thing I need is the “Higher up” bitching n whining that my tires mark their expensive marble tile floor. Those pricks always have something to bitch and whine about. I have maybe 3more months and I am free of this place. As I lift the bike over my left shoulder taking out the water bottle sipping whatever water is left from it. There I. She would often time tell me about her parents and how her father was never home, out on business trips. She would also tell me that Sarah always suspected him of cheating, so really never cared for him. One day, when I was approaching their house, I saw Mrs, Anderson’s hubby Harry leave, I think it was business, because eh had just finished packing his case in the car. Mrs. Anderson sat there staring out the window watching her husband drive down the street. Then she caught me staring at her,. “Sit on the bed” they jumped, each had a finger on her pussy lips moving around so that their bodies won’t cool down.> > > deo to the computer and my online back up server. After I started the process, I picked up Lindsey’s t-shirt, folded it and wrapped it around Jenny’s eyes as a blindfold. I took one of my shirts and did the same to Lindsey. Now how should I tie their hands? Should I use more shirts or. An evil grin spread across my face as I picked up their thongs. I used the thongs to tie.