Nobody will be in the house tomorrow morning. Here’s a key. You got two hours to come in and snoop around, look for information, set up a camera, wh...tever. Then you got the rest of the week to follow these guys, check them out. I want to hear from you on Monday. With some information. Got it? And keep in mind I know everything in this place, no light fingers my friend.” “I got it,” I said. What else could I say? “I’ll check around and get back to you.” With that, Lou called his boys and they. If he left, her scheme would be ruined. Even worse, he'd walk into his house and catch his wife trying to seduce his best buddy. Joan whisked off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra."Don," she purred, "doesn't this interest you?"Don turned, gawked, and reddened. His eyes locked helplessly on Joan's gorgeous high-riding tits. She strode over to him, her tits wobbling enticingly. She took his hands and set them on her hot naked tits."Don't tell me this doesn't interest you," she said.Don gave a low. ”“Not until they hit the food and drink. But you’ll do us proud. If anyone asks anything, do your best to comply or respond.”“Yes, sir.”Most of the next three hours Andy stood (or leaned against the rail), tried to smile, and greeted passengers who had been checked off by the Purser on the pier. He aided an over-powdered woman get three hatboxes up onto the deck, but a hand took them to her cabin. Near one, the Mate told him to get some lunch, but to be ready to “assist” the pilot when he came. Her ass, not oversized, but still present, subtly and sexily shifting beneath the loose fabric.“Okay,” Essie chuckled, “she’s gorgeous. But that’s the point, Stuart. You’re a bit autistic aren’t you?”“An idiot savant?” he muttered.“No. Not quite. You’re social enough, if reluctantly. You already admitted you let few in. Sandy, Charlie and now me. You see a trend?”“I just thought ... you’re beautiful and we’re becoming friends.”“If you want to experiment, you’re going to have to open yourself up.