Steeling ourselves and taking a deep breath or two to settle our nerves, we approached the front door. No light showed through windows, but there was ...he gentle throb of bass coming from the house. I raised a hand to knock, but the door opened seemingly by itself. It was dark inside, the only light coming from the streetlight over my shoulder. As we entered, a few sharp and narrow turns had us in total blackness within a few steps. It reminded me of a light trap from a photo-developing studio.. He whimpered in frustration and looked into my eyes.I had trained him well. He had once torn off one of my favorite silk blouses in his desperation to get me naked. I'd been so angry that I had screamed at him and then left. So now he looked into my eyes, waiting. I undid the buttons myself and before I could give him the nod, his need took over. He grabbed my breasts as if he was drowning and they were the only life preservers available.His hands were rough and he mauled my huge udders as if. "Holy Shit!" The officer clapped his hand to his mouth. "Sorry, Ma'am." Why don't you go see if there's anything you'd like?" Wendy grinned."Yeah." He fingered his radio. "Can I call up my buddies?" Sure. I need them gone and I've only had one looker show up. I don't see how I could have made my Classified ad any more clear."The cop wiped the drool from his chin and said, "Let me guess ... Porsche 911: $200." That's me," said Wendy. "Didn't sell the 911. David has been the only responder. He. I thanked he and Maggie for the generous pay, they replied that we’d done more in two weeks than John could’ve in a month on his own. I placed the bills in my wallet and headed to town with a list in mind. I went to the Wal-Store (every town has one now, right?) and got a few yards of the two prettiest fabrics they had, two good pair of supple leather work gloves, a couple of farm living magazines, and a 12-pack of Dr. Salt soda for my apartment. I put a tank of gas in my truck and headed to.