" Yeeeeees." he drawled. "I suspect you probably did. Would that have been with Monopoly money, or did you just leave an IOU?" Credit card." Uh-huh? A...d whose was it." Mine! Denise, I mean Den-Den-Denise Robson."There it was again. Somehow, he just couldn't say his own name. Why? What was happening?And that wasn't the worst of it either. Any check would reveal a Mr. D Robson had used his credit card, but not a Miss D. Robson. This might take some explaining.He didn't dare even wonder as to what. Be careful, little girl. Taunt me enough and maybe I’ll change my mind and kidnap you anyway.Chloroform.Ha! Bad little thing. Now I know not to use that.In answer, I sent him a meme of a girl sitting on a toilet with a guy standing over her while they both pissed together. It said #teamwork at the top and #relationshipgoals at the bottom.You’re trouble, little fae. And one hell of a temptation to me.It was a long while before I got up and left. I was distracted by messaging him, but then. I saw it slide off her arms, then she turned toward me and stood.Well, I'd seen Playboy, right? But this was real and right in front of me. Right there. I could almost feel the warmth radiating from each one.I now know she's 34-B and let me tell you, they were perfect. Full and round, each tipped with a pretty, pink nipple, each one with a little center that stood out. She just stood there smiling at me like it was the most normal thing ever.I was near cardiac arrest."Go, ahead, Ben, you can. The office was dark as the lights had been turned off. Also outside the sun was beginning to set over this beautiful coastline. I turned to leave, but then realised I could hear moaning.It was coming from Ursula’s secret bedroom of course. She had forgotten to fully close the secret door fully, it was still slightly ajar. I couldn’t resist slowly, quietly creeping over to the door. Ursula’s moaning was so sexy.As the door was slightly ajar I could peer through the gap, and as it was light in.