There's a problem, a small problem. Understand?" He flipped his phone closed. "Ten or fifteen minutes," he said to me.So we waited and talked about wh...t he had done and what he spent all that money on - a lot of it gambling and on women, so he said. He had, he claimed, three mistresses in the area. His wife was, of course, long gone and he was paying her with our money.Then the girls arrived. Both wore croptop tees that bared their middle down to the belly buttons and tiny white shorts that. You smirk and admit you enjoy toking up when you feel in the mood, and I question what sort of mood that is. Instead of waiting for your response I nod to your door and say I would like to be in the same mood if I could share a hit. Your movements seem awkward, but you make it to the door and beckon me in. I walk in and am hit with a musty, woodsy smell of incense masking the earthy, overpowering aroma of pot. You go to your kitchen and pull out your stash from a cookie jar and begin to roll. " Helenturned and smiled at him. She patted his hand like he was a pet. "Do you pick out his clothes?" Mary talked around him like he wasn'tthere."Oh no. He has a great sense of style and he accessorizes perfectly. I'mnot shopper. Me, I'd be happy in sweats and sneaks. Of course, he is agreat homemaker too. He does all the cooking and cleaning, too." Helen wassmiling at him as she told all.Frankie watched as the two women went on about him. He stirred his martiniand took a large swallow. He was. She moved back through the room and paused again. "O, don't look so sad, I'm sure you're well insured.", then she proceeded to thump the tip of my cock. It hurt a little. For the next thirty minutes I could hear her going through the apartment, opening drawers and cabinets. I was trying to process what had happened while she was going through my stuff. How had she gotten in? I knew the door was locked and chained. Surely I would've heard her. That's when I realized the window in my.