"Anything is possible m'dear," I responded.A business card was discreetly removed from her purse and slid across the table to me. There is an address ...n it and a key piercing it."Give me about an hour," she asked before she disappeared out the door.I took a seat at the bar and ordered another drink. I chatted with those around me as I watched the minutes slowly pass on the clock behind the bar. After awhile I casually asked the bartender if he knew where the street that April had written on the. She keeps rubbing her clit while she sucks my cock and the vibrations from her moaning are driving me wild. I slide my hand up her back and unclip her bra so I can slide my hand around and start fondling her nipples. I pull up at the secluded spot and she sits up and looks me in the eye. “Fuck me baby, now!” she says with a wild look. I practically leap over to her side of the car and we start making out furiously while we rip off each other’s clothes. I reach down to rub her pussy and she is. I steal for pleasure and for getting something I don’t have to actually buy. I am finicky, however. It isn’t so much about what I steal, as much as it is about how much I steal. This is where a bit of compulsion sets in to my style. I steal in numbers almost always. Never do I only take one of something. I most often steal in threes. A set of three is much more brave and also it becomes a mini collection at the point it exceeds three. Three is also what I do most everything in. I count in. He even made me wear sunglasses and a cap when we went to a drive thru to pick up some dinner for us to have later that night, rather than a place where we can sit down and dine in. Once we arrived at the complex parking lot, he dropped me off on the sidewalk and then he went to go park his car in his reserved space. Mr. Paterson walked over to me and from a distance he waived one hand to follow him to his place and I followed. I studied the numbers on each door we passed by as we headed to his.