My mouth dropped open. I had to rub my eyes with my left hand. I looked in again. My cock moved inside my tight ski suit. I looked around inside the c...bin. I could not see anybody else. Only a few feet from me was a very hot brunette girl. She was laying naked on a big white bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. My heart was racing. She had long french cut finger nails with pink and white stripes on them. I looked down her bodacious body to see her toe nails were the same color.She had a. That seems to be replacing the fragrance of filth. I’m about to get the heaviest dose of filth in my lifetime. The doorknob was open, but a chain-lock hooked the door to the wall. My pocketknife solves that equation in lifting the chain through the cracked space and softly gaining access to the apartment. This could very well smell worse than the stairway. How interesting to careen on through two levels of skunk. Here, it was the perfume of ass, old nachos and mildew. The apartment, if you. Inside an anti-room, one of the female minders attached to my team handed me her jacket and I was finally able to regain a modicum of modesty by covering my breasts."How is Thomas?" I asked fearing the worst."I'm afraid he is dead, Miss. That fat pig jammed a steak knife into the base of his skull," one of the security guards said as he entered the room. "Edgerton is dead, too, so you will have to stay here, Miss. The police will want to talk to you."Suddenly, the room filled with all of our. Just saw it for a minute, but still, where's he get off doing this.Pictures of me, naked. Oh, they're not very clear, they're a bit fuzzy, a little dim, but they're me, oh, they're me all right. The little prick has figured out how to take pictures of me in the bathroom, even sitting on the john pissing, in my bedroom, there's some of me in the den that time I was watching 'Titanic' and I was dreaming it was me instead of Kate Winslet, I had my shorts and panties on the floor and two fingers up.