When I looked, it was gone. A bird, maybe? I shook it off but still felt weird now, like I was being watched. I might have just been paranoid being ha...f naked right now, so I kept cleaning. I pulled out the mop and finished cleaning the linoleum floor. Then my legs got too hot, so I slipped off my jean shorts too. I bent down to pull them off my ankles, sticking my ass in the air, the only thing covering them was a pink and yellow lace panties. I stood up and saw something in the window again,. “Huh? Two hundred dollars?” I said. My implied question was stupid, but it’s what he’d said, sort of.“Thousand,” he said.“Oh,” I said, suitably impressed. “Wish I could afford one. Hell I wish I could drive one,” and I laughed. “That elevator on the passenger side is real useful.”“It has the same thing on the driver’s side,” he said. “Oh, and it has the capacity to install controls you could use to navigate around too.” Now I was really impressed.“Yeah, now if I could only find me a couple. I love to press on my prostate while yanking it. John took another minute and then also finished himself off. All of which was caught on film. They snapped a few more pictures and then made us stay where we were while blondie put the camera card into her computer and copied all the pictures to her laptop. When she was done, she handed the camera back to John and informed us that they were going to follow us home and would return our clothes to our doors. We pleaded them to not make us do this. In a split second my eyes devoured her lovely, V-shaped face, cluster of long mini braids pulled into a ponytail by a red bandana, and a large rhinestone ‘M’ on a silver chain around her smooth, flawless neck that nestled in the deep valley of her dark chocolate cleavage. The large silver bag she was carrying on one satiny shoulder – complemented by a silver belt cinched around an impossibly small waist – and matching flip-flop sandals on her dainty feet, completed the appetizing picture. I.